This story was edited by @dredlifter. He helped me fixing lots of problems with translation so I owe him a lot. Make sure to thank him as well for his part! Hope you enjoy it as we did.
Spanish version in here [I feel like Shakira releasing spanish/english versions]
Lucas was the boyfriend of one of my best friends, Maite. She and him both lived together for almost five years. They met at the university studying molecular biology. Lucas was 11 years younger than me, had just turned 24 and was about to receive his bachelor's degree. He was quite a nerd, but we got along quite well. Lucas was a big man. He did not do any sports, he was just tall and thick. He had huge feet and forearms that were wider than my upper arms. I had seen him shirtless before at a friend’s pool and it reaffirmed what I thought: big guy. He had no definition, no big muscles showing, just a large, stocky build.
Anyway, that's what I thought of Lucas until the day of the move.
Maite and Lucas decided to change apartments. Both lived in a fairly small apartment and only had to move some furniture but lots of books. As they did not have the money to hire someone to do it for them, they asked me to help because I have a truck. The day before, Maite called to tell me that she was not going to be able to help us move, she had to travel to assist with a conference and would have to go that day. I told her not to worry, that Lucas and I could handle everything.
When I arrived at the house I discovered that Lucas had already started to pack the books into various boxes. But, he clearly did not have much experience in moving since he had packed everything wrong. I explained to him how it was better to pack the books into smaller boxes since it would not be convenient to use such large boxes because they would be too heavy.
“How much would you say that box weighs?” he said, pointing to a box.
Lucas sometimes seemed like just a five-year-old boy, huge, but a boy.
“I suppose that’s about 100 pounds ... That’s a lot…”
“Excellent!” he said and without saying anything he lifted it.
It was as if he were lifting an empty box, he just bent down and picked it up. I stared, unable to believe what I was seeing.
The move was going much easier than I thought. All I had to do was just say “careful" and "turn" because Lucas was in charge of moving everything. Those huge boxes of many books, Lucas picked them up in a second and took them down the stairs as if he was carrying only boxes of feathers.
"Jeez, I sure do enjoy some exercise," he said and flexed his arm before grabbing the last box.
Under the shirt, I could see that a mountain was rising. The most impressive thing was when he decided to move the wardrobe.
“We’ll do it together! -I said-1 ... 2 ... 3 …”
However, it was much heavier than I thought. I took just two steps and had to rest.
"Let me take care of it," he said, standing up from the back of the closet and bending low to grab the bottom.
From all the work of carrying boxes, his forearms had become much larger. Anyway, I figured it was too heavy for him to be able to ...
"There it is," he said and lifted the entire wardrobe over his head. "Hehe, it looks like I'm a lot stronger than I thought.”
Lucas moved almost everything by himself. I just took care of some light bags. We loaded the truck and. On the drive Lucas opened the window, he was all sweaty from the strenuous work, and under his chest - which was certainly much bigger than before - a sweat stain appeared.
"Maite told me you're doing your thesis," I said.
“Yes, I'm just starting but it’s going well so I hope it will go fast.”
“And what is it about?”
“It's a study about androstanolone properties.”
“...” I paused, silent.
“Haha! I’m studying androgen, a metabolite of testosterone.
“Ah ok ... Interesting?”
“Ja! Yes, a lot!”
When we arrived at the apartment I discovered that their new apartment was four floors up, via staircase only. Lucas unloaded all the things out of the truck and left them in the hall in less time than it had taken him to load the truck. We closed the door and looked at all the stairs.
“This is going to be heavy,” I said. “I think it's going to be better if we call someone to help us.”
"I can do it," Lucas said, looking pleased to have to make such an effort. "It's good exercise for my muscles.”
“Lucas, it is one thing is to carry all your things down several flights of stairs, and quite another to climb four floors up a staircase. It is impossible.”
“Nah, do not worry! You carry the bags,” he said and took off his shirt, which was already sweaty.
What I saw almost took my breath away. I remembered that Lucas was a big man, but it had nothing compared to the body that was now before me. It was as if all the fat that he previously had suddenly became muscles ... huge muscles. A marked column of abs, a huge chest, round shoulders and bulging arms.
“Wow!” I said without thinking.
“Ha! Oh, surprised? I'm huge.”
“What the hell happened to your body?”
“I began to eat better and started lifting weights.”
“Lifting? It's like you’ve inflated all over," I said.
I was at the height of his chest, his huge and bulging chest.
“Haha! Nah, I'm just a little more muscular than I was.”
“Fuck off! You are He-man! I’ve never seen such a muscular man ... can I feel?”
"Sure ... look at this,” he said and flexed his arm.
It was hard like a huge stone.
“Wow! It’s super hard!”
“Haha, that’s because of the exercise I got by lifting all these things.
“Now I can see how you carried all this stuff!”
“Haha!”
And he reached down and picked up a smaller box.
“Are you going to carry the lightest first? You are going to die.”
“Haha! We'll see.”
One by one he carried the boxes up the stairs. I was still carrying small things, but by the middle of the third floor I was gasping for air. On the other hand, Lucas kept carrying boxes without stopping. He even came running down the steps, as if doing a warm-up.
“Tired?” He mocked me as he passed by on stairs, as light as a feather and as muscular as a tank.
In the end, the furniture was all that was left. Lucas was still not even breathing hard.
“I want to see this!” I said descending as fast as I could although I was still gasping.
Lucas clapped and bent down to lift the cabinet. All his muscles looked wonderful, tensing and expanding as he lifted it. I could hardly believe what I saw, it was as if it had been pumped up over the course of the day just by hauling those boxes. He took the first step and climbed the stairs as if he had nothing on his shoulder. His body was shining and his body was as hard as rock. Everything went up and when we closed the door and saw everything in the empty apartment he said:
“Good job!”
“You did everything! You and your huge muscles!”
Lucas laughed and opened a bottle to drink from the opening. Some water fell on his hairy and huge muscle chest. He was an Adonis...
A few days later I invited Maite to my home.
“Lucas is the Incredible Hulk!”
Maite laughed out loud
“He’s gotten a little muscular ... yes …
“A LITTLE muscular? He is a beast.”
“Haha! At first I didn't like it... It was weird because his whole body was all hard ... but now that I got used to it ... and I love it ... you do not know how strong he is …”
“You're fucking kidding me, yeah I know! I saw him lift your heavy wardrobe by himself!”
“Yes, he told me ... haha, that's funny ... but that was about 3 weeks ago ... now he is much bigger ... I think he told me he gained about 40 pounds…”
“Much bigger? Are you fucking kidding ?????”
“Nope," she said, taking a spoon to her mouth. "He is huge and all his muscles are getting bigger ... it's funny ... we couldn’t find a shirt that fits him... and besides that…”
Maite blushed to say this:
“You don't know how he fucks ... he is horny all day ... he says it's because of the testosterone ... but it's funny ... we fuck like three or four times a day... and on top of that…”
I was speechless
“What?”
I asked almost to the point of dying.
“He has a giant cock …”
“And... how do you...take it? I would die…”
“At first I thought that too... Felt like I was being torn apart, but I was also horny I ... I don't know ... there's something in his body that turns me on ... all those huge muscles and his chest... his chest is incredible... when he lifts me with one hand I go crazy ... you don't know how strong he is …”
Several times I tried to organize something to see how big Lucas had become, but every time I wanted to go out with Maite and Lucas she was busy or he had gone to visit his parents. Finally summer came and I decided to go to the countryside to finish studying for an exam. I told Maite that I would spend a whole month studying and she loved the idea so much that she called me on the phone:
“What a great idea! Lucas and I were talking about something like that... both of us have to finish our thesis ... and the truth is that it would be good to escape from the city to unplug ... besides we do not have the money to go on a big vacation …”
“Ah!” I said without thinking and suddenly my brain lit up. “You can come with me!”
I went to pick them up with my truck. Maite was in the street waiting when she saw me arrive, Lucas who was nowhere to be seen. Until I saw a large man leave the apartment... It is difficult to describe this. Huge would not be enough to describe how big Lucas was. He was taller ... it was impossible ... but It was true ... he had grown a lot... he was very, very big ... with a T-shirt that I guessed was XXXXXXXL … and it was still tight ... on his chest ... on his wide back ... on those mighty shoulders and those powerful arms ... but not on his waist …
I got out of the truck to open the back door.
“Luke! “I said when he was next to me. He was now four heads taller than me and I only reached his abs. “Am I seeing things or did you grow even more...?”
“Look”, he said raising a hand.
I could only follow the movement of his arm that showed the impossible size of his muscles
“You are a giant!”
“Haha! Yes, I think I grew a little bit …”
When Lucas entered the truck the vehicle lurched to the side as if I had suddenly driven into a pothole the size of a crater ... Maite and I looked at him.
“Oops!” He said a little embarrassed.
“You are going to have to sit in the middle.”
But when he moved to the middle between Maite and me I could barely reach my hand over that enormous ham that was his muscular leg to reach the gear lever.
“I don’t think this will work,” I said and looked at him.
He had to completely tilt his head to enter the cabin.
“You'll have to ride in the back.”
“Haha!” He chuckled and smiled.
The very idea made him happy.
He was like a playful boy, a huge boy, packed with muscles and strong... strong as shit …
He climbed into the box of the truck and we left for the field. When we got out on the road and I was sure Lucas could not hear us because of the wind, so I said to Maite:
“A giant…”
Maite looked at me and giggled. I repeated:
“He is a giant …”
“And you haven’t seen him shirtless ... you don't know the size of his muscles…”
“Someone is horny.”
“Haha! No, you don't know how his chest looks... it turns me on just by touching him ... it's all hard …”
“Ok... but it's not normal …”
“I don't care! The most impressive thing is his strength …”
“And are you still fucking a lot?”
“All day ... he is hard all the time... and when he is over ... you do not know what it is ... the other day we took five times in a row and we ended up all covered in cum-”
“Ha! He’s a stallion.”
“Yep, he’s ... he’s a muscle stallion.”
“The muscle stallion is listening to you two, haha!” Lucas said from behind us through the window. Maite laughed out loud.
Before going to the countryside, we stopped at a supermarket in the nearest town. We would stay for several days so we needed provisions. I was used to big purchases before going to the countryside, but I never bought as much as I did at that time. Everything we wanted Lucas said that we needed more. It was easy to obey him, looking over our shoulder at the giant behind us with a chest that jutted out like two huge boulders and two arms that he could not lower to his sides because of the immense size of his lat muscles. We filled some huge boxes that Lucas loaded up into the truck without the slightest effort.
We arrived right after noon. The trip had tired us and we decided to take a nap. I went to look for Ramón, the person in charge of the house, to tell him that we had arrived and to ask him if he planned to butcher any cattle since the meat freezer was empty. I found him behind the other house, cleaning the sink. I let him know that we would stay for a few weeks ... maybe a month and that we wanted meat so as not to spend so much on groceries. He told me there would be no problem and that he would take care of it in a few days. Then I went back to the house to nap.
When I got up I knocked on the door of Maite and Lucas's room and discovered that they were gone. Outside the sun shone and it was hot. Then I heard some laughter outside. They must be in the pool, I thought. The idea of seeing Lucas's incredible wet body made me go back to my room to change into my swimsuit.
When I left the gallery I saw Ramón
“Ramón! Can we use the pool?”
“Yes, I told your friends there.”
“Great, thank you!”
"That Lucas is a true giant," Ramón said as if he described the weather. Tell him to be careful when jumping in so that all the water does not splash away.
And we laughed.
“He must be very strong with muscles so big. It would be good to have someone like him to help me with the wood.”
Then I realized that the baskets were empty of firewood. Although it was hot during the day at night it could get very cold. I imagined Lucas with his gigantic muscles and his chest in the air cutting a tree and I could only say:
“I’m sure Lucas would love to help with that …”
And Ramón left.
When I found Maite and Lucas they had not yet gotten into the pool. They were playing with the hose, spraying each other. Lucas had not taken off his shirt yet but it was soaked which made the fabric of the shirt cling to his body and his pumped muscles. It clung to his chest, to his shoulders, to his back, to his arms and to his waist. Under the shirt he looked like an inflated man, muscles like balloons, so big he did not seem real. His muscles were enormous, I had never seen a man with muscles like that. When I told them that the pool could be used, they dropped the hose and took off their clothes. Maite had a swimsuit underneath but Lucas did not, although that did not stop him. He took off his pants and was left alone in his underwear. The most impressive underwear. Wow...what do I say? The most impressive legs I had ever seen appeared in front of me, full of muscles, huge and bulging. Peeping under the fabric of his drawers was a cock that was as thick as my leg and moved with each movement. When he took off his shirt I had to grab the chair to keep from falling. His chest was covered with a perfect line of hair. Huge pectoral muscles protruded like two mountains over defined abs and on both sides of that chest two round, fiber-filled shoulders crowned the most impressive arms I would ever see in my life. Simply muscles on top of muscles. Huge biceps ripped and hard triceps. His whole body was a succession of mountainous muscles ... and his back ... was a valley of immense muscles. He was the image of strength.
Lucas jumped into the pool and as Ramón said, the water overflowed everywhere. He and Maite started playing. She was trying to escape the giant who was chasing her. He was so big that it was difficult for her to move, and when he grabbed her he pulled her up as if she weighed no more than a tennis ball and made her fall into the water. Or else he hugged her with his arms to kiss her. Maite, who was skinny, was pressed between his huge muscles and she placed her two hands on those pectorals that were as huge and hard as stones.
"Be careful you two, the sun is strong today," I said as I put on sunscreen and went to lay on the deck chair.
Maite jumped out of the pool and became protective. Then the mountain of Lucas climbed slowly up the stairs while water fell from his body as if it were a waterfall. He found it awesome to be so big and muscular and every so often he looked at his own body to see what happened when he made this or that movement.
Maite told him to come over so she could help apply his sunscreen. Lucas stood in front of her as if he were a statue. Looming high and tall over her. Without stopping he looked down at her from above his immense chest.
“Stop that!” She said and hit him in the leg.
Then Lucas relaxed and lifted her up like a baby. You could tell that both of them were amused by the enormous strength Lucas had with those big muscles. He lifted Maite and grabbed her as if he weighed nothing and she rested her hands on his huge shoulders, on his all hard arms or on his chest.
While holding her with both arms she began to rub the lotion on the round, hard shoulders, gigantic arms and massive chest. That marvelously muscular chest Lucas had. He seemed to enjoy that, I even saw some perversion in his eyes for having muscles so big that his woman was touching. She seemed to worship his body as she applied the sunscreen, massaging his muscles and feeling how strong and how hard his body was. When she rested her hand on a muscle he flexed it for her so that she would feel how powerful his body was, how immense his strength was, and the stud that he had become.
“Stop it, silly!”
But she loved that her boyfriend had become that huge and powerful man.
She especially enjoyed being shown by Lucas how immensely strong he had become: a mountain of immense muscles and enormous strength.
Afterwards, Maite started to sunbathe while Lucas went swimming. Swimming without stopping for an hour, without getting tired. All his muscles were wet and shining in the sun that was doing a wonderful job of highlighting his body. I spent my time watching his shoulders, his back, his arms. It was just unreal that someone was so muscular, so big and so strong.
When the afternoon came, Maite and I made lunch while Lucas went to work on his thesis. Since the house was big, while we were in the kitchen there was no way Lucas could hear us.
“A stud…”
Maite looked at me as she washed the lettuce.
“Lucas is …” I could not find words to describe it. “...I can not believe the size of his muscles …”
She smiled and blushed.
"Not only that," she added as if it were a secret. “You do not know how hard his muscles are and how insane his strength is.”
“I did realize that! He was throwing you like a ball!”
“Hahaha! That's nothing. He told me that I weigh nothing for him, that his muscles are so strong that he can lift a car.”
“Don't fuck with me!”
“I swear by my life!”
“Maite, this is not normal …”
“I already know that! But does it matter?”
“Of course that matters, what if it’s ... I don't know ... something weird …”
“What could it be?! An illness? It would be the best disease in the world! All men would want to be sick with that!”
“and ... when you have sex ... I mean …”
“We have to be careful ... yes …. His body is too big and heavy that if we are not careful he can hurt me ... but he has a lot of control over his muscles …”
“I mean... what about his cock ...?”
“Ah, you moron! It's huge, yes. The biggest cock I’ve seen in my life. I can even sit on it and it does not go down. You do not know he looks like with a hard-on, he is a god.”
“But how do you do it? I mean if he is so big…”
“Oh! How are you going to ask me that?!! Haha! At first it hurt a lot, but he is super careful. Besides, the truth is that as he grew in size and I was able to keep accommodating him somehow …”
“And you enjoy it, right?”
“He is affectionate, but at the same time he is very strong. In other words, his body is full of huge muscles and when he gets aroused, he gets harder. It almost as if he gets bigger, becomes more muscular. It is something impressive.”
“That body is impressive.”
“I told you…”
We cooked and sat to have dinner. Lucas ate enough for five people. Since we had returned from the pool he had not put on a T-shirt and all his magnificent muscles were exposed for all to see. Every flash of light cast on his body a perfect shadow, a more impressive figure every time. That night before I went to sleep, I heard how Maite shouted on the other side of the door: Lucas must have been impaling her with his huge anaconda and his muscular body.
The next morning I told them I was going to chop a tree with Ramón and Lucas asked me if he could come.
"I'd like to try it myself, I want to see what all these muscles can do," he said and flexed his arms, in which two immense mountains rose.
We found Ramón in the middle of the pine forest.
"You brought the giant," said Ramon, laughing. “I never saw such a big man,” he added. “Do you eat iron or what?”
Lucas laughed and said:
“Is this the tree?”
It was a huge and quite broad tree. Ramon nodded and saw that Lucas was standing in front of the tree and asked:
“Are you going to pull it out with those arms? Because it seems to me that the poor little tree will not be able to defend itself.”
And laughing he handed the ax to Lucas, which in Lucas's enormous hands looked like a toy hatchet.
"You have to chop like this," Ramón started to show him, but Lucas seemed focused, almost as if he knew exactly what he had to do.
He took a single powerful swing and that was enough. The tree fell down.
“Where did you learn to do that ?!” Ramon asked.
“I've never done it before ... but it's like I knew how to do it ... as if my muscles knew …”
"Then you must know a lot," said Ramón, looking him up from the bottom to the top. "I mean ... because of the size of the muscles you have.”
"Haha," Lucas said, "I'm a little muscular.”
“A little? No way! I’ve never seen such a large man! And I can tell that those muscles are not for decoration. I see that you are very strong.”
Maite walked, having seen Lucas’ impressive show.
“Can you lift that tree, Luc?” asked Maite.
“I suppose so, it doesn't seem very heavy.”
“Very heavy!? Ramón asked, unable to believe it. "If you lift that, I'll call you Samson.”
Lucas returned the ax and walked to the middle of the tree. He crouched down and as if the tree was made of air he lifted it up to rest it on his shoulders. The expression on his face did not seem to reveal any effort but his body suddenly bulked up as if his muscles acquired another density. Then he grabbed the tree with both arms and started doing shoulder presses. He completed twenty reps before dropping it on the ground. He flexed both arms and laughing said:
“You can call me Samson.”
“My God.” said Ramon taking off his hat and approaching Lucas.
He only reached his waist.
“Can feel your arm?”
“Sure!” Lucas said, bent over and flexed his gigantic arm close to Ramon’s face so that he could touch it.
Ramon grabbed his arm with both hands and squeezed hard. It was as if he did not do anything.
“Dear god ... how strong you are? Have you ever fight with a bear ... or with a bull?”
"Haha, no, I have not fought with a bear or a bull," Lucas said, laughing.
Maite approached his side and he lifted her with one hand, grabbing her ass as if his hand were a chair. He pulled her close to him and kissed her. He held her by his side as if she weighed nothing. His body seemed even more immense and strong than before.
Ramon sat down with a bottle of rum in the gallery where Lucas was also sitting. Maite had gone to walk with the dogs and Lucas, sitting in the chair, watched her from afar. He was barefoot, only wearing shorts, the only thing he could fit into.
His huge chest, his broad shoulders and muscle-covered back were exposed. I spied from the window.
Ramon took some rum and swallowed hard. He could not believe the size of Lucas' muscles and he ogled his gigantic torso as if it were impossible.
“How much does your body weight? He asked.
“The truth is that I have no idea ... I have not weighed myself for a long time, the last time I did I weighed 250 pounds.
“I know how much a bull weighs ... it's between 1700 and 2600 pounds ... Those muscles that you have can not weigh less than 900 pounds... all your muscles are very big…”
“900 pounds? Do you really think that my muscles weigh so much?”
“You have an impressive body. I never met anyone who had such large muscles and such strength.”
“Hahaha.”
“You have very good arms. Not just massive, amazing shape too.”
Lucas smiled and flexed both arms. Ramon could not take his eyes off the immense size of those biceps. Lucas stretched his arms.
“Yes ... I feel súper strong.”
“With that body you better feel strong.”
“I feel like I could tear that tree apart with my hands.”
“Only with your hands?”
“Yes, would you like to see it?”
“Definitely.”
Then Lucas got up and went to where Maite was. His broad back was packed full of muscles was doing an impressive job, something worth admiring. Ramon did not take his eyes off him.
When night came, Maite and Lucas went to sleep. I waited for a few minutes to pass and then approached their room until I reached the door. I leaned my ear and listened.
"You liked what I did today?" Lucas asked.
“What did you do today?”
“I do not know if you saw but I pulled a tree out of the ground with my hands.”
“Oh yeah?”
“And you liked it?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know ... maybe how strong I am ... or the size of my huge muscles…”
“What do you think?”
“I think it turns you on ... how big I am ... and the strength I have …”
“You think so?”
“Yes, I think it turns you on to see my body so full of muscles ... these huge pecs and the strength of these arms …”
“And what else do I like?”
“And you like this cock and how big it is …”
“Oh, baby. Ah…”
“Come here ... touch my chest …”
“Ah, you're super hard, Luki”
“You do not know how strong I am. Look at my arms …”
“Ahh…”
“I'm the biggest and strongest man in the world.”
“Fuck me, babe …”
“Would you like me to fight a bear ...? With these muscles I would destroy it.”
“Aw... your cock is enormous.”
...
The next morning when I woke up I found Maite in the kitchen. Lucas had left with Ramón. She didn't know where they went. I looked out the window and saw in the distance the immense back of Lucas. They were in the bull pasture.
We ran there. Maite was scared. When we arrived Ramón closed the gate leaving the bull in the same pen as Lucas.
“Lucas, get out of there!” Maite shouted.
"Easy," said Ramón, "Nothing will happen to him. Look at the size of his muscles, that man is stronger than a bull.”
It was true. Lucas had widened his legs as if he was going to stop a penalty kick. His entire body was tense and suddenly looked as if it swelled.
He was growing. He seemed to be expanding to prepare to overcome the bull in muscles.
Then the bull kicked, shook its head and threw himself at Lucas. Maite screamed and looked away. But Lucas only extended his powerful arms full of enormous muscles and stopped the charging bull by grabbing its horns. He only had to retreat a few centimeters. His muscles tensed and became more visible. He looked to be growing in front of us. His back was widening to take the effort and push the bull. He stepped forward and the bull moved backward. Lucas' chest suddenly swelled and became even bigger. His shoulders were inflating and his rib cage expanded and lengthened. He was becoming more muscular in front of us. Bigger, stronger. He took another step and then another. It was no longer an effort. Then he suddenly reached down and lifted the bull with both hands as if it were a small dog. He then held it up with one arm as if it were a kitten! His body had become more impressive and gigantic than before. He was just a monster, a super strong man, full of immense muscles. His strength was enormous.
"Look at those muscles," Ramón told Maite. "That man is stronger than a bull, stronger than a bear. Look at that chest. No animal has such large muscles. He is the strongest stallion I’ve seen in my life.”
I assumed Ramon referred to Lucas as a stallion due to the massive cock that was obviously evident against the fabric of his pants while his muscles did a wonderful job holding the bull.
“Look, Mai. Look how hard I am!” he said and flexed his other arm. “A bull can’t hurt me. I'm too strong. I feel as if I have grown even more. You look so tiny. Haha!”
He set the bull down and let it go. Maite ran to him and he lifted her to press her against his muscles. She was about to cry and start hitting his immense chest while Lucas was laughing. She stops and started groping his chest feeling how strong he was.
“Aw... Luki... your body is so dense.”
“Do you like my chest...?”
Lucas had just become bigger, more muscular and taller right in front of our eyes. His body looked like it was carved in stone and his muscles glowed harder than granite. It was an even more impressive version of himself, stronger and with an even bigger chest, even wider shoulders.
That afternoon, Maite received a call from the laboratory. She had an opportunity to participate in a conference in Córdoba. In an hour she grabbed her stuff and returned to Buenos Aires. Lucas and I would stay two more weeks. It would be enough for him to finish his thesis. Before she got into the car he picked her up and she buried her face between his huge pecs, stroked him with her hands, touching all those immense muscles that Lucas had and told him that she was going to miss him. She left and Lucas stood there waving his immense hand and arm saying the sexiest goodbye I’ve ever seen.
The idea of me staying alone with Lucas bounced in my head like a ball. Lucas was a quiet man and I had never seen him angry but it was one thing to be with my friend and his boyfriend and another to be alone with Lucas. If a man who was as immense and strong as he got angry, what could I do?
The heat rose a few degrees and the days became more beautiful. Lucas had settled in the study and me in the dining room. Everyone was involved in their own things. He in his studies and I in my books. Unfortunately, as soon as I would start reading my imagination would quickly leave what I was reading to think once more about the huge muscular chest of Lucas, his impossible strength, and how hard his body was.
One morning I got up earlier than usual and saw Lucas heading out.
“Are you going to run?” I asked.
He was in his usual clothing, only shorts and some shoes.
“I'm training early.”
”Would it bother you if I go with you!? I could use a little training.”
“Sure, that would be great!”
We headed out running. The feeling I had was strange. At my side I had a giant, ultra-muscular and strong as five tanks, and yet at the same time I felt as he considered me an equal, that for him we were just two men running in the morning. We talked about several things. Lucas was a kid like any other that weighed ten times as much as a normal man and his body was as perfect as a statue. He took me down through a path between the trees and told me he had been training there. When we arrived at a clearing he told me we could do some push-ups. He seemed to enjoy training with someone instead of doing it alone. We crouched down and began our push-ups. I got to 15 and dropped. But Lucas did not stop, even when he passed the 100. His arms were moving like pistons down and up at full speed. He got to 200. Since he didn’t stop I did 12 more. He reached 300. I tried 8 more and I died there.
“Climb onto my back,” he said and I got on. “Lay down and hold on to my waist because I'm going to go very fast.”
I leaned my face against his back covered with muscles. It was hard and soft at the same time, powerful as shit. Lucas started going down and up. He reached 1000 and stood up.
“Tired?” I asked.
“Nope. I don’t feel resistance. It's like moving my arms. I need more weight.”
“Lucas, you did a thousand!”
“Haha, yes I know. But what do you want? Look at the size of my muscles! Look at the arms I have,” he said and flexed both arms. "Any man with these muscles could do the same. I am too strong to do push-ups without resistance.”
"I'm out of shape," I said without thinking, I still had not regained my breath.
Lucas looked way down at me from his gigantic height. For him it was like looking a skinny toddler.
“You should eat more and gain some muscle mass. How much do you weigh?”
“I think 130 pounds …”
“Really?!?! HAHA! ... you're very skinny …”
Then he left in the direction of some trees and I followed him. His back was a wide mountain full of muscular valleys. He seemed like a walking robot. With so much muscle you would think it would make it difficult for him to move. He stopped and I saw the tree that he had cut down in one fell swoop was still there without being chopped up.
“I thought Ramón had already cut the wood …”
“I asked him not to do it ... it’s the best thing I found for me to train with.”
And having said that, he grabbed the trunk and lifted it up on his shoulders to do some squats. He completed 1000 and with each one his legs swelled more and more. When he finished they seemed to have pumped up to twice their size. Without saying anything he started to raise and lower the trunk over his head to train shoulders ... you can imagine how many he did ... I could not believe it ... he was inflating in front of me with every movement he made. More and more muscles appeared in front of my eyes. When he finished training his shoulders he lowered the trunk in front of him and rowed it, the same number of times, with his back becoming wider with each repetition. Then he leaned back on another trunk and started training his immense pectorals... I could not believe what I was seeing ... his body was expanding, growing in front of me, his huge chest was getting stronger and harder ... after he had pumped his chest, it was time for his arms. Without waiting, for a minute he began to do biceps curls with the trunk ...
“OMG!!...”
“Haha! Impressed? I told you that I am too strong to train without something to give a good resistance ... my muscles need a lot of weight …”
When he finished he dropped the trunk. His body had become larger, harder and brighter. His chest seemed to be carved in gold.
Then we heard some barking in the distance. A herd of dogs came running through the gate. Ten huge, snarling dogs were barrelling toward us. I had never seen them and from the ferocity of their barking I guessed they were not from any neighboring field. The speed with which they ran towards us and their barking scared me. Suddenly I froze, running would have been the worst idea. The dogs surrounded us, growling and barking. Suddenly I felt the heart in my throat. Then I felt that I was rising. Lucas reached down and easily picked me up and held me in his arms. There I was just below his gigantic and hard chest. Supported by his powerful arms that could hold me without the least effort.
"Easy," Lucas told me in a calm tone that accompanied all his immense muscles.
A hard and powerful tone like his body. He pressed me to his chest and I could feel the heat and the strength of his muscles. Without thinking I put a hand on one of his incredible pectorals. It was an indescribable feeling. He held me in his arms while the dogs barked around far below. But for Lucas those dogs did not pose a threat. His gigantic body was so big and tall that the dogs could not get much past his knees even if they jumped.
A truck passed through the gate and the dogs turned around and left us behind. Lucas stared at them with me in his arms. It was as if I had forgotten that he was carrying me.
“They're already gone.”
“I hate dogs,” I said.
Lucas smiled down at me over his chest.
“Do not be afraid. If I'm close, they can not do anything to you. I don’t think they would dare to attack someone as big and strong as me.
“Thank you.”
“It's nothing, kid.”
“Kid?!”
“Haha, sorry ... it’s just that to me you are very small ... I mean...look at me ... I can hold you in my arms and I can barely see you under my huge chest …
“You don’t even get tired, do you?”
“Nope, and after pressing that tree I'm all pumped and hard. Look,” he said as he held me with one hand and flexed the other arm close to my face. “Look at the size of my biceps. It is bigger than your head! Touch it! You see? It’s so hard, like a rock... press hard.”
“Wow …”
“Press hard, try to dent my muscles …”
“I'm squeezing with all my strength!”
“Haha really? I don’t feel anything... When I train with so much weight afterward it's hard for me to move.”
“Your body is incredible …”
“What is what impresses you most about my body?”
“I don’t know ... everything! ... the size of your muscles ... the strength you have ... your chest …”
“And as you saw, how after training with serious weight ... I get much bigger …”
“Lucas, you just pressed a tree …”
“Haha, that's nothing, little man. I can lift much more ... and then I get huge ... you couldn’t even imagine the size of my chest then ... you would go crazy …”
“I would like to see it…”
“I have two workouts left just like this one ... but tomorrow I want to train really hard ... if you want you can come with me and I’ll show you the size of my muscles when I lift heavy ...
The next day I followed Lucas through the woods again ... we reached the edge of the field where we had demolished an old shed some time ago. It had been built by taking advantage of some huge rocks that formed a small cave. Now there were only remnants of all that and in the center as if a huge rock that had been left it there. Lucas went straight to it. It was so big it looked about twice the size of Lucas. It was too big ... the mere thought of it being raised up scared me.
“Be careful, little man…” he said.
Lucas reached down and opened his arms to cover the rock as much as possible. It was too big, he was not going to be able to lift it. Then, to my surprise, he moved it a little, picked it up just enough to grab it from a protruding piece. That was enough for him to get leverage. His arms exploded in size from the second by the effort, it was as if they multiplied by two and then his shoulders did the same. He had to make an effort, for the first time since we got to the countryside I saw that he was making an effort with that incredible body he had. He picked up the boulder and held it above his head. And he started lifting it! He did the same exercises as with the trunk, only he did less reps due to the heavier weight. You could tell that it was hard for him, that he sometimes lost his balance and had to adjust. But each time he pressed the rock his body responded, growing bigger, taller, stronger and shimmering as a result of his perspiration.
When he finished and dropped the rock he was no longer the same man. His body was simply from another dimension. He slowly approached me and stood a few steps ahead, watching me from the over the top of the shelf of his incredible chest that jutted like two mountains.
“Haha! Wassup, little man? What do you think of the muscles I have now?” He said as he flexed both arms.
“OMG!!!!...”
“Haha, impressed? Do you want to see how hard my muscles are now?”
He lifted me with one hand and flexed the other arm in my face again.
“Feel my muscles…”
It was much harder than yesterday …
“God, Lucas ... your body is so impressive ... you are super hard …”
“Haha, I know ... you do not know how turned on Maite gets when I train like this ... she goes crazy …”
“I imagine…”
“Look ... touch my chest …”
The very idea left me paralyzed and I barely dared to place both hands on his pecs.”
“Come on, little man, do it like a man! Don’t be a wimp!
“It’s awesome…”
“Hit my muscles…”
“What?!”
“Hit me in the chest ... come on..”
“Are you sure?”
“Do it! ... do you think you're going to do something being as tiny as you are ... don’t you see the size of my muscles? Come on, hit my huge chest …”
I hit him ... it was like hitting a wall.
“Harder...”
I hit him harder.
“Haha, come on, harder!... hit this man's chest …”
I tried one more time and I hurt my hand. Without thinking I leaned against his chest to rest.
“Haha, is that all, little man? I told you I'm too strong …”
“Sorry…”
“Haha, you can touch my muscles if you want …”
“Let me down please,” I asked him, I was shaking.
...
That night I cooked an impossible amount of meat for Lucas to eat. When we finished eating he sat on a double chair and I sat on the other.
“Isn’t annoying to be so big?” I asked. “I mean, everything is now too small for you.”
“Do you think I'm too big?”
“You are huge.”
“Haha, yeah, I love it ... I love having all these huge muscles and being all hard ... and having the strength that I have is surreal ... girls go crazy when they see me ... they are already impressed when they see me with a T-shirt ... but when I take it off they go fucking crazy ... they want to touch my chest ... and after five minutes they start sucking all my muscles ... it's crazy ... I'm getting more muscular …”
“I-…”
“Haha, you were speechless ... yes, little man, I'm immense but I'm still getting bigger … in a few months you will not even reach my knees! ... imagine how huge I am going to be then…”
As we talked he began to grope his cock through his trousers. Under the cloth I could see the anaconda that was growing …
"Besides, that’s not the only part of me that is getting bigger ... I bet you never saw a cock this size," he said and pulled out his cock.
It was immense. Massive. Gigantic. Longer than my leg and wider.
“Haha, impressed? I love that it’s so huge …”
And he began to jerk it off from top to bottom, slowly, with one hand while with the other he felt up his immense and hard chest. Without thinking I pulled my cock and started jerking off like him, looking at his immense and muscular body and his gigantic cock.
“Haha, so you like men ... come here, little man... stand up …”
I stood in front of his cock that now reached up to my forehead, It was so huge…
“Haha, even my cock is taller than you …”
I grabbed it with both hands ... it was as thick as a leg ... it was hard and hot.
Lucas touched his muscles and licked his biceps.
“Lucas, you're so huge ... I've never seen a bigger man in my life …”
“Come here, little fag ... touch my chest…”
I started to massage him and then began licking his huge pecs.
“Haha, what a homo you are ... so you like the muscles that I have ... I knew you were a homo from how you looked at my muscles ... I can tell you were desperate to touch me ... enjoy my body, little homo... touch these muscles that I have ... feel this immense man…”
Then he got up and took me to the room. He threw me on the bed and stood towering in front of me with his cock pointed at my mouth.
“Well, little man, this is your chance ... haha... this giant man is going to fuck you... never in your fucking life will you be able to touch a body as muscular as mine ... open your mouth, try to take my cock. .. haha, you're so fucking tiny ... look at the size of my cock ... I'm might break your jaw...come on!”, I opened bigger. “It’s so fucking big it might kill you ... haha... look how big my muscles are …”
He then ripped my clothes off and laughed, “Haha... you are so skinny ... little man… puny man ... look at the difference of our arms ... you have no chest … … my arms might be bigger than your chest! … look up at the chest of a real man, little fag ... touch my pecs... feel my muscles …”
He spoke as he pressed me against his enormous body while looking at the wall mirror.
“Haha, look how hard I am …”
It was like he was using my body as a sponge to clean his immense muscles, rubbing me all over himself.
“You're just a tiny, little homo... I could crush you just by pressing you against my body ... I hope you're thirsty to drink all my cum…”
And that was the last thing I heard. He lowered me down and pressed my mouth against his huge cock and came. The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was his giant chest getting even bigger....

Spanish version in here.
My parents always educated me in the culture of effort, so none of my friends were surprised that at twenty-five years old I bought my apartment. I had worked hard to get enough money, doing extra hours, working freelance on weekends and saving everything I could spending as little as possible. I asked for a loan from a bank and that was it. I moved as soon as they gave me the key and for six months I enjoyed the solitude. After that time I decided that the same thing I had done to get half the department I could do to get the other half and for that I was not going to skimp on anything. If I went back to do freelance, some extra hours and rent the room that was empty, then it would not take me long to collect all the money I needed. So I told my friends that I had a room available for rent. Several friends were interested but none had enough money to pay for the place, it was not that I charged too much, what happened was that none had a job that still allowed them to live alone. The days passed and one morning I got a message from Fran:
-Hey, I was told you're renting a room! I need to leave my old house!
Who was Fran? We had been partners in my previous job where I was a developer and he was a tester. He was a guy with whom we always joked. I could not say he was cute, maybe if you just see his face you would not say that, but he had something in the way of being that was seductive, in addition to having a body ... what could I say? A huge chest. He was not what I would call muscular, he only had the perfect proportions, he did some sport and liked to take care of himself. He practiced wrestling and that should keep him quite trained. He knew that I liked men, but he never cared. He was pretty clear that he liked women so he always pinched someone's ass to annoy him, even me! In him it was as normal as giving you a slap. However, everything that he trusted with men, with women just vanished. If a girl liked him too much he could barely talk to her. I also remember a lot of girls “he did not like" that were as hot for him as me. More than one got to suck his cock in the bathroom of a party.
The idea of living with Fran excited me from the first moment. I imagined him naked in my bathroom and the idea alone was enough for me to cum. The next week he dropped his bag in the empty room and settled in. At first things were pretty normal. We both had breakfast together and then both would go to work. I came back in the afternoon and enjoyed a few hours just to work until nightfall just when he arrived. The best moments were when he walked around in his underwears. He had a huge chest, just as I remembered, marked and wide. Fran was a good head taller than me so if we met in the bathroom I had the perfect image of his muscles.
—Careful, little man! -he told me when I stomped into him.
That was hot!
Fran needed to save money but unlike me he did not have the will to work and not spend. He went out with friends and spent too much money outing. I was not surprised that he could not save money. I knew from a friend he used to pay for sex and apparently he needed to have too much sex per week. Another thing he used to do with his beautiful body was wrestling, so he had those ridiculous spandex suits that looked great on him. They highlighted his broad shoulders, his chest and his cock. I imagined him struggling with that clothes with some other man dressed the same and the idea was enough for the whole night.
Things started to change one afternoon that he came angry from training. The coach had told him he needed to gain weight to compete in the tournament.
—How much do you have to gain? —asked.
—I have to be 176.37 pounds —he answered me.
It did not seem so much to me and I told him so.
-More than 20 pounds of muscle! —He said as if it were something obvious— You say that because you never gained a pound in your life! I bet you cannot lift 10 pounds in the gym! To gain so much muscle, I would have to eat a lot of meat. Do you know how expensive is it?, I would also need to take supplements that are very expensive and also go to a nutritionist. I can not pay for all that!
Beyond that the idea of him becoming more muscular excited me and it did not take me even ten seconds to imagine a version of Fran stronger and more muscular ... with a huge chest and bulging arms ... it was also true that I wanted to help him, at least for him to learn to be rigorous to get what he wanted.
Then I offered him that if for a month he could focus all his efforts on this challenge and use his money only for his goals then I would help him. How? For a month I would not charge him a rent.
—Really? —he asked.
—But only if I see that you take it seriously.
—Of course!! You'll see! I'm going to become a beast!
I do not know if it was my words or the desire I had to enter the tournament but something in his attitude changed overnight. He stopped going out with his friends and he went every day to the gym. Our kitchen got filled with supplements and the refrigerator was full of meat, chicken, vegetables and other things I did not even know the name of. Every day after work he went to train and came to eat. Now he cooked for the both of us and he ate impressive amounts of meat and carbohydrates. He took his supplements rigorously and went to sleep to get enough rest. In a few days I noticed the difference. After every of his showers I could see the changes. Muscles over muscles appearing on his back that had suddenly grown a few inches. His shoulders became rounder and his chest marked as if he suddenly wanted to get out of his body. His arms became bigger and his legs began to turn into hams. What also began to happen is that he took longer showers, after which he always said with a smile and winking at me:
—I had to care of this beast —he would say while he scratched his cock under the towel.
And just as he masturbated every day, I did the same thing later ... imagining his body, his hard and strong muscles and especially his huge chest as he grew up. The month passed soon and one morning he told me:
—I won 10 pounds.
10 pounds? It looked like he had won 20! All his muscles had grown larger.
—What happens is that I lost some fat and gained more muscle mass.
And to emphasize his point he flexed his arm. It was huge.
—Congratulations! I knew you could do it!
But instead of smiling he became serious and said:
—Double or nothing?
—What?
—Double or nothing! We make another month like this and if I do not get to gain another 10 pounds I'll give you all the money back ...
—… and if you do gain the 10 pounds?
He took some time to think about it
—I do not pay the rent for two months ...
Beyond the fact that the difference between receiving and not receiving that money was important, the idea of seeing him grow even more was making me horny.
—Deal! —I said and I shook his hand.
Fran squeezed hard.
The next month was crazy. For some reason that I do not know Fran stopped wearing t-shirts from one day to the next. Every day I saw his huge muscles walking around my house. His legs all marked, his abs and his huge chest (every day bigger). Every day he cooked larger quantities of food that he ate in front of me. When he finished, he would hit his belly and smile. It was like watching him inflate in front of me. His showers were endless, it was too obvious that he was masturbating like crazy. And me after him, thinking about him and how huge he was now. The night before the end of the month he brought a scale.
—Tomorrow is the big day —he said and went to sleep.
Next morning when I got up he had already made breakfast. He was getting up even earlier than me.He was wearing only calvin klein drawers that marked his cock…
—Do you read? —he said to me standing on the scale.
—200 pounds
—Ha! —he said and climbed off the scales, flexing both arms. "I'm a beast!"
Then he started eating. I still did not understand what had happened, I was too sleepy. It took me a few seconds to do the accounts, I had gained more than 10 pounds, right?
The next two months he had won to live for free were more of the same. I got to believe that he had gone crazy, he was a totally different person. He was obsessed with the amount of food, with the hours of sleep, with the amounts of weights for each exercise. But all that seemed to be working as he grew more and more every day and not only his muscles were bigger, Fran was getting taller. One night when he came out of the shower I saw his hair brushing against the door frame. But not only that, his shoulders too. He had to buy new clothes because the previous one did not fit his huge muscled body. His arms were too thick and his chest seemed way bigger. When the two months that he had won for free ended, something suddenly changed. The following week he wore T-shirts every day. I had become used to to seeing his impressive body full of muscles walking around the house ... that huge chest that I imagined all the time growing more and more ... On the fifth day I said:
-Hey, Fran, is there something wrong?
-Why? —He asked, lifting his face from the plate of food.
-Oh! I don’t know ... I mean ... you're acting kind of weird ...
-Me? Why?
-I don’t know ... I mean ... -I could never say what I was thinking ... I did not even know what I was thinking ...
Then Fran smiled.
-Are you asking me why I do not walk more without a shirt?
-What?! No, of course not!
-So?
-Nothing ... fuck off ...
That night he sat in front of me with his huge plate of food and told me seriously.
-Ok, I need money ...
I looked at him without understanding.
-My salary is to low… and I need money.
-And what are you going to do?
He looked at me seriously:
-I want to make a ... deal ...
-A deal?
-Yes…
- What kind of deal?
-Well ... did you see ... you saw how I ...?
I looked at him waiting for his answer.
-Did you ever pay to see someone? Or something?
-What? What are you talking about?
-Come one! You know what I'm talking about! A stripclub!
-Fran, I don’t follow you ... but no, I never went to one of those places.
-Well, it's a place where you pay to see girls ... or guys ... dance naked ... you know, naked ...
I looked at him without being able to believe what he was saying. Under the table the cock became hard in a second.
—Are you telling me to pay you to see you naked?
-Something like that ... -said smiling.
-WHAT?! - inside my chest my heart was jumping for joy but at the same time I did not understand what was happening.
-Don't get any wrong ideas! Think of it as a ... win win… I need money ... and you ... and you like men ... I mean ... given that I like gitls with big tits I figured that maybe you liked guys ... with big muscles and strong ... like me ...
-Are you crazy?
-No!! Think it like this ... it's like you would sponsor me ... you would give me a hand ... and in return I let you see my body ... my muscles ... Come one! You're not going to tell me that you want to see the muscles I have!
- ...
-Imaginate this ... I come back home after training ... and I'm all hard ... I have all my muscles huge ... so hard that I can barely move my arms .... Don’t you want to see how strong I am getting?
"You're crazy ..." I said and got up and went to sleep.
That night I could barely sleep and I jacked off 5 times before sunrise. I woke up destroyed. Fran was eating breakfast. I sat in front of him trying to wake myself up.
-You didn’t sleep anything, right?
-No…
- How many times did you jacked off?
-Five…
-Five?! Ha! Does my muscle body turn you on that much?
I said yes with my head.
-Ha! Crazy!
I asked him:
-How long?
Fran looked at me and smiled.
-Whatever you say.
-Okey ... let's try for a month and see.
He got up and came to me. He lifted me up as if I weighed nothing and hugged me, pressing me agains his huge muscled chest. Then he released me and took off his shirt with the most impressive movement I ever saw in my life. With both arms he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and as he was raising a flag he took off his shirt. His perfect abs appeared one after the other and then his huge chest ... strong and big…
-You’ll see! -He said while flexing both arms- You are going to enjoy every day of seeing my muscles! I'm going to be huge! I'm going to become the most muscular man you saw in your fucking life and I'm going to walk in front of you for you to see it.
He ruffled me with one hand and went to change to go to work.
That month was crazy. Fran grew like a beast. Every day I saw him get bigger and bigger and he no longer just walked around without a shirt, but every so often he flexed both arms and said:
-How about my muscles, little man? Do you like what you see? I'm getting huge!
I was speechless, seeing the impossible size of his chest. That's how it had to be a man's chest! At the end of the month, he not only weighed almost 220 pounds, but he also was two heads taller than me.
When we met in the bathroom he would say things like:
- How’s the view from down there, little man? Am I too big? How many times are you going to jack off today after seeing my muscles? -And flexed his huge and strong chest- I bet I have the biggest chest you ever saw in your fucking life. In the gym there is no one who has tits like me —he said and while he massaged his chest with one hand— You don’t know the strength I have in my chest, I bet you I can lift more than ten times your weight. When I finish training, my chest is so hard that I can hardly put on my shirt. Do you remember the fighting suit I had? Can you imagine how would I look like with these muscles now? Would you like me to wear it?
Without thinking I said that if ...
-Ha! What a fag you are...
That night I jacked off without stopping until my cock ached.
When the next month arrived I told him:
-How do we continue?
I just wanted to see him without a shirt ... every day bigger and more muscular ... I imagined him having to duck to go through the door.
-Lets do this ... What do you think if we make an arrangement by weight?
- By weight?
-Yeah! Instead of me not paying you rent ... you pay me for every pound ...
-Per pound?
-Look at this, I already did the numbers ... you are now "giving me" this money that is equal to the total rent ... right? If we divide this number by my weight ... this is the result ... do you follow me? So I thought maybe we can lower the price a little bit per pound ... that way I would have to gain approximately ... mmm ... 40 pounds more to continue without paying ... do you understand?
I grabbed the sheet where he had done all the math and I looked at him while thinking: 40 pounds more of muscles? Fran was already huge… he could appear on the cover of any sports magazine. Could he gain more muscles?
-You encourage me to grow and you ... you can see it ... what do you think? -He said and winked at me- Can you imagine how my body will look like with 40 pounds more?
What happened that month changed everything. I had imagined that Fran would continue to grow as he had been doing until then ... maybe a little slower, but everything would be more or less the same. I was very wrong. That's when I saw what the anabolics could do.
At the end of the first week he suddenly inflated all of his muscles and kept them tense all the time. It was as if his muscles acquired another quality, another strength. At first I did not imagine what was happening, but some things started to get my attention. He was more aggressive ...
-Look fag, look at the size of my arm —he said and flexed his arms before looking at me over his chest as if looking at a piece of shit- This is how a man should look like ... not like a little shit like you
Sometimes he would got too close and "unintentionally" pushed me:
-Uh, sorry little man, I didn’t see you down there. Sometimes I forget how huge I am.
Or sometimes he just told me:
-Are you enjoing what you see? How’s it feel when you see me without a shirt? Do you get horny by looking at my chest? You don’t have an idea how strong I am. In the gym I'm working like a bull.
After each of those phrases I could only lock myself in my room to jack off.
On the last day of the month, at breakfast, he said:
-Come on, little man. You are going to weigh me.
He stood on the scale but did not even look over his chest to look.
-What does it say?
I crouched to see.
-275 pounds ...
-Haha ... I told you ...
I could not believe it. Fran was huge, a mountain of muscles.
—You owe me this —he said, showing me a piece of paper with some numbers.
-What?!
-It was what we had arranged ... the arrangement was per pound and do you see how it says here that if it weighed 260 you paid me exactly the same as the rent? Well, now I weigh 10 pounds more than that. And you owe me this money. It's not much…
I could not believe it and I stared at him with my mouth open.
-What happens? you don’t want to pay me?
His face changed suddenly. He took a step forward and I stepped back. I was against the wall.
- You realize that it is not a very good idea not to pay a 275 pound muscle man, right? Look at the arms I have ... Do you know what I can do with all these muscles?
That was enough for me to run out and get my wallet. I brought the money and put it on the table. He looked at it still angry and after a second he changed his expression. With a smile he said:
-I was fucking with you, little man. Keep it, these 10 pounds of muscle go on my own. Enjoy them, —he said and made his chest go up and down.— We continue then with the same arrangement ... that do you say? But this time we clarify that no matter how much weight I win, you do not have to give me money. Ok?
I was still shaking. I said yes.
-But if you want we can add these prices as well…
And he gave me a sheet with prices. He looked at me with a smile.
I looked at it without understanding anything.
-Let me explain ... this number here is the price for touching ... and this is the muscle group. For example, if you want to touch my chest for a minute, it will cost you this much ... do you get it?
My head had suddenly stopped.
-What happens? Do I have to explain it again? It's easy, little man! The idea is that you pay me to touch me. Or you tell me that you don’t want to touch these muscles? Look at my chest ... well, thats the price.
He stood up and went to change to go to work.
That day I called the office saying I was sick. I jacked off until I thought I was dying. Then I slept and when it was almost time for Fran to return home I went for a walk. My head did not stop spinning, something like this had never happened to me. I was just lost ... It was crazy ... I mean, it was a lot of money. The truth ... what was I thinking? I was not going to pay to touch him! It was ridiculous!
When I came back home he was finishing eating. I put the money on the table and took a deep breath. Fran smiled, wiped his mouth with his hand, moved the chair back, spread his legs and looking at his chest with a wicked smile he said:
-Its all yours.
Even sitting down he was a good head taller than me. I was a little kid in front of a muscle giant. I approached shaking and rested both hands on his huge chest. It was much harder and softer than I had imagined. It was impressive, almost as big as my two pillows. It was heavy and every time I lifted it it fell again. Suddenly he flexed hard and it was as it became a rock. I started to massage it ...
-Do you like it, little fag? Do you like to touch my muscles? This is a man's chest should look like!
I ran out and locked myself in the bathroom a second before I came. I had not even touched him for a minute.
So you could imagine how everything went. I never thought something like this could happen to me. Every day that I came back home and I told myself that I was not going to pay more ... that I would wait until next week ... well, for three days ... I would hold on until tomorrow ...
Every day I paid to touch him. And the same thing happened every day.
- Do you like my arms? -He said and flexed them while I touched him- Press hard, come one. Squeeze like a man! Ha, imagine the strength that I have that you can not even squeeze a centimeter ... Squeeze harder, fag! Look at the little hands you have over my big muscles!
I touched every part of his huge body and when I touched him several times he brought a new sheet with "promos"."Full body" or "after training" or "in pose". I tried them all ... and at the end of the month I realized that I had spent all my salary. I could not believe it, but at the same time I could not stop ... The next day it was Fran who said:
- Now I can’t, lets do it tomorrow.
He put a shirt over his huge muscle chest and left.
That night I could not sleep and I had to jack off until everything hurt. At dawn I heard him came back, but he was not alone.
-Shhhh, keep it quiet… my friend is sleeping ... -he said in a low voice.
Five minutes later the girl began to scream while he fucked her in his room. I tried to jack off but I only managed to get tears out of my eyes.
Fran started bringing girls almost every night. Some of them I had to meet them because he invited them to dinner and others just heard them scream ... one ... two .... three ... four ... five times ...
Fran was fucking like a machine. Surely he was taking advantage of all the money I had given him for touch him to pay for those women ... I was sure that they were whores…
One morning after we had breakfast Fran, me and one of those girls. The moment she left I asked:
-How much did you pay?
Fran looked at me smiling. His body was immense. I had not touched those muscles for several weeks and could only imagine how hard his muscles would be. He stretched his arms letting me see the size of his muscles. He was huge, I had never seen such a big man.
He let out a laugh.
-I don’t pay ...
-I don’t get it
-I'm not the one who pays ...
I looked at him without understanding. He stood up to go to his room ... his back was a mountain of muscles doing a perfect job. When he came back he brought a box. Inside, it was full of bills.
-They are the ones that pay.
-What….?! Are you jocking? How much…?
-Ha! What? Do you want to know how much it costs to fuck with this mountain of muscles? He said and his chest went up and down and then flexed his arms ... My God, they were huge!
I was speechless.
-Haha, what a fag you are ... This is the price.
It was impossible for someone to pay ... that a girl would pay ... it was a lot ... would he accept credit card?Was it also for guys?
—Let me show you — he said and my heart almost stopped.
But it was not what I imagined. He sat on the couch and turned on the notebook. I sat next to him. He put the notebook on the table and played the video. He laid back and ran his hand over me, pressed me against his body, my cheek tightened on his chest, and said:
-You'll see the show.
The girl was on the bed moving back and forth. It was filmed with a cell phone. Fran filmed her body from above and then he filmed himself. All his huge, sweaty muscles glowing in the dim light of the room. It was a compilation in which one girl was fucked after another. Some against the wall, others crushed under his muscles. It was fucking amazing…. but what was amazing was the size of his cock. It was impossibly large… He moved his huge hand over my pants and began to touch me.
-Its better without this -he said and took off my pants in a second.
My cock was at full mast … well thats a way of saying ... I never had a big cock ... well, okay ... I have a little one ... Fran laugh and began to jack me off with two fingers. Each of his fingers was bigger than my cock.
-It's like a little fish -he said in a mocking tone- Does ever get hard?
The truth was that I never got too hard ... I was about to say something when I saw what was happening in his pants. It was as if he had put two bananas ... three bananas in his pocket.
-Do you want to see a reals man cock? —He said and with his other hand he moved mine to touch his cock.
I came up in a second.
-Uhhgg! Shit! —He said and wiped the semen on my shirt— Come here ... take care of this ...
And he took off his pants. The biggest cock I ever saw in my life appeard in front of my eyes.
—Big as the rest of my muscles ... —he joked as he looked at me and looked at his gigantic cock— are you going to stay there?
With shaking hand I grabbed his cock. It was so big and so hard that I could not close my hand.
—Use both —he said.
And I grabbed it with the other one. He leaned back.
—Stronger.
His cock was bigger than my arm, it was just huge and I could not imagine who could stand ... which girl could resist to be fucked with such a big cock.
-Stronger, little man.
His entire body was covered which huge, hard and shiny muscles. Even naked it was as if he had an armor on and his cock was a sword ... a cannon.
-Stronger ... come on!
I was squeezing with all my strenth, but he hardly felt it.
He stood up and lifted me with one hand. He carried me to the bathroom, turned on the light and stood in front of the mirror. All his musle body was shining in the light of the bathroom. He sat me in his cock and said:
- It's as if it were your cock ... Jack off!
I grabbed myself to his cock to keep me from falling.
-Imagine that you grew a huge cock like this ... Come on ! Imagine that you can fuck one girl after the other ... they all want to to suck your cock ... they want to touch your muscles -while saying that he flexed both arms- Imagine that you are the most muscular stud in the world, stronger than a bull and harder than a tank. Imagine that you start to earn money out of just because everyone wants to touch your muscles and you just grow and grow and you get stronger every day and you're hard all over and you can fuck for hours and hours and come and come and come. Ahhh ... I'm huge. Look at the muscles I have, little fag. Look at the size of my muscles.I'm a beast ... do you know what beasts do? They fuck ...
He lowered me from his cock and left me on the floor in front of him with his cock pointed at my face. He was the biggest muscle giant I had ever seen in my fucking life.
-Look at me, little fag ... look at the size of my muscles ... imagine what I would do I would fuck you with this cock ... I would break your ass ... you could not sit in your fucking life again ... do you want to try it? I bet you want to suck my whole cock ...
-Yes…
-Haha, what a fag you are ... okay then, this is on my own.
He held my head with one hand while he approached his cock to my mouth. It was huge, it was too big, it was impossible that I would be able to open that big.
-So, little man ... haha, I'm going to break your jaw ... I'm huge ...
I breathed through my nose trying not to drown ...
- What's up, little fag? Am I too big? This is what happens when you try to suck the cock of a giant like me. ahhhh ... I would break your mouth just because you are a fucking piece of shit ... Look at the size of my muscles ... This is how a man should look like ... Not that little shit you are ... Look at my arms ... Look how strong I am ... Open that mouth or I’ll broke it with my huge cock! I bet you're dying to touch my muscles ... Sorry, little fag… you can’t afford it. I'm too big, too hard, I'm too strong.
And then he came and I got choked and everything turned white and then black ...
The week after that Fran quit his job.
When I came back from the office (as fast as I could) I found the garbage can full of giant condoms and women's clothes. Fran had become a prostitute ...
With the money he earned, he began to buy designer clothes, perfumes, computers, cell phones, all expensive things and to top it off he bought a truck as big as himself. He was earning so much money that he gave me some:
-Buy yourself something, little fag.
But I just wanted to pay him ... I wanted to touch his huge back ... Now that I barely reached his waist, Fran had become a huge, strong and muscular god ... and in my pocket I was pressing the money I had taken from the bank. One day I found a sheet of paper with the new prices on the floor ... Not even a month's salary would be enough to touch him for a minute ... Fran had become a VIP prostitute ...
The women who slept with him were millionaires. Women who only existed in magazines and on television. And Fran fucker them all. He had his regular clients who loved him, who touched his chest and went mad with his strength, with the huge cock he had. When we had breakfast together, many times one of them would drop a bunch of money on the table just to touch his muscles while he was having breakfast.
-Do you like my body, bitch? —he would say while flexing.
One night he arrived with three women. Just by seeing them you could tell they were older, maybe forty years old. With huge tits and full of money, gold everywhere. He took them to his room and started to fuck them ... I realized that because they started screaming like crazy. But after a few minutes they stood silent and then Fran came into my room ... naked. It was as if a mountain of muscles suddenly passed through the door. His entire body was shining, covered with an oil that made him look even bigger .... and his cock ... gigantic ... hard as a club ... a huge anaconda in front of me… And I was lying in my bed ...
-I need you to do me a favor ... -he told me from above his incredible muscles ... he was a beast- I need you to film me fucking ...
—What?
—They are clients of mine and they want to have a video of me fucking them…
He said that and left (bending down trying not to tear the wall apart). I followed him. In her room the clothes were lying all over the floor and in his bed were the three women, naked, with their huge tits and asses and faces and bodies all covered in semen.
-Awww look how cute your little friend is ... - said one.
-How beautiful! Are you going to do us a favor? How cute!
-We want you to film him ... and his muscular body while he fucks us ... You're beautiful, Fran ... A stud ...
-Film his chest, look at the huge chest he has ... what a macho!
-Film his cock, look at that cock.
- Me first! —Cried one and Fran grabbed her against the wall, squeezing her with his muscles as she sucked his chest that was crushing her.
-Film his back, look at that back full of muscles ... look how strong he is ...
-Look at those legs ... My God ... he is a beast ...
And Fran fucked them all two times and I filmed everything.
When he finished he approached to me and I backed up until I was against the wall. He took my cell phone out and started watching the video. His cock full erect still dripped on my head, his muscular and huge legs prevented me from any movement. His body smelled to sex. And his whole body was shining.
—Well done, bitch ... I'm huge, -he said and with one hand he ruffled me pressing me agains his legs and then he layed down on the bed with the three women.
The four of them watched the video while they touched him and kissed him and bit him.
-Thank you, beautiful! —said one and threw me a kiss.
-What a good eye! Look how your body looks, Fran! You are huge! Look at these arms!
But one of them said nothing and looked at me. She had big eyes and a look that understood things. She licked her lips and said:
-How can we thank you? -while he touched Fran's chest.
She ran her hand over those huge pecs and then grabbed Fran’s still hard cock.
-Fran, how can we pay your friend?
-Pay him? -He looked at me and winked at me- I think he's already happy to see me fuck ...
-Aw, really? Is him one of those?
- Pretty, do you like the muscles of your friend Fran? Did you see how huge he is? Look at this chest! There is no man with such a big chest! How hard! Aw, Fran, you're huge!
-Fran, how much do we owe you?
-There's the price list, -he said, pointing to the wall while still watching the video.
The woman with the big eyes stood up and went to the wall. she read the price list and then looked at me.
-Girls ... -she said and returned to the bed- How about we give our little friend a gift?
-A gift? -Asked another and when the first one whispered in her ear, she smiled.
-A huge and muscular gift!
-Aw, yes, would you like that little man? Do you want to know what it feels like to be fucked by the most muscular man in the world? Look at the size of this cock, look at the shoulders he has. Look at his chest and these arms. He is a huge stud and fucks like a god.
-Here, Fran. This is for ours and this is for your friend ... we want a complete service ... so he can enjoy all your huge muscles ...
Fran stood up and came up to me crushing me with his legs.
-It seems it's your lucky day, little bitch -he said while masturbating the cock full of semen- You'll be able to enjoy my muscle body ... -he said and he lifted me up and sat me on top of his cock, but before he tore off my clothes.
I felt his gigantic cock against my ass and everything in me got wet. His chest pressed me against the wall, I tried to push him with my hands but it was like pushing a wall, a mountain full of muscles. Fran was all hard and hot.
- What's up, little one? —said one of the girls.
Both approached Fran and began to touch his huge legs.
- Don’t you want this? Don’t you want to touch your friend's huge muscles? Look how big he is. Look at the chest he has. Look at these huge arms, look at how big his muscles are. Uh, you're so huge, Fran. Touch his chest, give it a try.
- What a weakling you are! —said Fran.
- How does it feel to be sitting in the biggest cock that you’ll ever see in your life? -one of them asked.
- Do you realize that his is going to break your ass? -asked another.
-Try to defend yourself from me, -Fran said, pressing me against the wall. -Come on!, push, push harder, hit me!. What happens? Am I too big? Am I too strong?
-Break his ass, Fran.
-I'll show you, little shit, how a real man fucks. Uh you are so going to like this -Fran said, flexing both arms.
-Fran, we want you to put all your strength in breaking that little ass he has.
-Ha! —Frank laughed- I'm going to kill him just by opening his ass with my cock. I have it too big for such a small ass -and then looking at me with a grimace said- Come on, little man, touch me, touch all my huge muscles. Ugh, I'm huge.
-I hope you're prepared, kid, -one of them said- You're going to be raped by a 400 pound stallion.
And that was the last thing I heard, before Fran broke my ass with his huge cock.

So there I was at the age of 45 trying to build my life again. I mean, not again, ufff… it's hard to explain… but let's say I had the opportunity of a fresh start. So I moved to Buenos Aires, Argentina. Why Argentina? Well, I’ve traveled a lot and from all the places where to find a balance between nice city, cheap economy and sexy guys this is THE place. So I rented a small apartment in Palermo and decided it was time for me to start a new business. I had some ideas that I thought could work very well and maybe after a year or two sell them as a package for big investors. This was going to be the third time. The idea was quite simple: an e-commerce for wholesalers. Easy, possible and cheap. I only needed a developer. Not too experienced, actually an intern would suit the role more than well. So I started interviewing.
I'm not going to bore you with all the interviews I did and all the people (nice people, by the way, love you all). Let's move faster at the end of the line where Ivan was. Ivan was 20 years old. He was a morocho (they call them like that in here), not a black person, not a white person neither but maybe closer.
Was he handsome?
Mmmmm he wasn’t bad… you know… I mean thinking about his head… he was kind of nerdy… worst haircut ever… like dumb and dumber you know? But… ok
Was he tall?
Probably 2 inches taller than me. I’m not Mr. statue, but I don’t feel I'm a hobbit… I’m a decent 5 foot 5 (no one will remind because of my height, ok).
Was he built?
Ok, now we have something to talk about. You know those guys that have big muscles (or decent muscles) but covered in fat? Well, he was one of those. I mean, he wasn’t fat at all. He had like a broad back, big shoulders, big arms and his body stretched that shirt especially on the shoulders. But because of all the fat he had there was no chest definition, no six packs… It was a trained boy, with a big body. He looked strong, no doubt about it.
So we talked for 30 minutes. I felt he was good for the role.
—So, do you have any other interests? Hobbies?
—Oh… hobbies? I like to train!… Gym! —his English was as rough as himself.
—I can tell!
He laughed
—Do you train a lot?
—Oh, four times a week… I used to be personal trainer…
—Really? When? When you were 10?
—haha! No no, two years ago… I’ve been training since I was 15…
—Nice… ok then, let me call you back…
That night I jacked off thinking about him. I mean I could be his father… or he could be a friend of my son? That was much better… (I'm not THAT pervert…) So… Ivan… big and powerful and young Ivan… when you reach certain age there are some things that look way different from before… youth was one… and body of course… cause actually they are related. I couldn’t help but get horny with the idea of a much younger man than me… overpowering me… dominating me… ok ok… all the humiliation games you probably know… Sex, for christ sake!
So next day I sent him an email: Congratulation! You are hired! And sent him the address of the office I rented and asked him to be on Monday at 9 AM.
I'm not going to give many details of the work itself. Let say I had money and was good at business, to make things short it was easy for me. It was a very nice office, a small one with two desks I bought, a bathroom (with a shower and a small dressing room!) and a nice kitchen. So on Monday there we were, young and big Ivan and me. I took the first week to explain to him every detail of the business so he would know what to do. He learned fast and looked happy with his tasks. By the end of the month, we were working 100% of our time. Things moved fast, so did Ivan…
Winter came and since I like doing sports I started jogging at noon. It was my favorite moment of the day to do that and the only possible moment to avoid freezing. I changed myself in the dressing room and went out. Ivan kept on working with his headphones on listening to some metal (I hate metal!). After some days of doing that routing I said:
—Hey, Ivan! Don’t you wanna go out to do some jogging?
—What? jogging? I’m not that fan of that…
—I mean not necessary jogging… you could do whatever you want… don’t know… do some training… I mean... There are a lot of gyms nearby…
—Really? —his face lit up— That would be great! Thanks, Mr. Johnson.
—Ivan, you can call me Andy.
—Oh! Ok, sorry, Mr. Johnson.
So he kept calling me Mr. Johnson. That was something that made me feel older but at the same time… hot? Don’t know… Oooh, sex… what a mystery you are!!
Ok so I kept on jogging and Ivan started the gym. And after that each of us would eat at their desks, working. I was in front of him and the screen blocked us from seeing each other. From time to time I would stand up to answer some doubt next to his computer and sometimes it was the other way around. Normal business, people. Keep going, nothing to see, except Ivan.
At first, I didn’t notice it. But it was true that he used to use jogging suits all the time. So, what could I notice below that?. But once I stumbled next to him and grabbed his arm to keep from falling. What happened? Don’t know but that wasn’t an arm! It was like concrete or something even harder…
—Are you ok? —he said.
—yeah… sorry… sorry I grabbed your arm…
—Oh, it’s ok… I didn’t fell anything…
So there was something going on…
Autumn finally came… and that Monday Ivan came with a t-shirt of a smaller size than his body. I remembered he was big… but now for sure, he was bigger.
—Hey, big guy!
—Hey Mr. Johnson —he said and left his bag full of who knows what.
—You grew some muscles over there…
—Oh? ha! yeah! I'm training a lot…
—Really? I can tell! How many times?
—Oh five… yeah, five…
—Nice! Good progress!
—Oh, thanks! —he said.
I did notice he was quite ashamed. But that wasn’t the only thing that was changing.
There was this day. Both of us were working in a certain feature and I wanted to check something with Ivan.
—Hey, Ivan! Come here —I said from my desk.
He stood up and came just right next to me. I showed him some things that he was doing wrong and told him how to fix them. Then I said:
—Ok, we’ll do that later… I’m going to jog —and then I stood up.
What happened? I froze…
—Are you… bigger… I mean… taller…
—Ah? —he said looking at me from his good head taller.
Not only taller, I mean he was bigger… way-way bigger than before… his shoulders… he had… he had a chest…
—You think? —he said taking a step closer to measure himself
My heart skipped a beat. I was two inches from his body. I didn’t realize how big he was. He lifted an arm to measure my height against his chin and I saw what was going on at his arms. Muscles! Big muscles.
—Yep… you are right… I'm taller… How tall are you?
—Oh… don’t know… 5 foot 7?
—Mmmm don’t think so… I was that when we met and I was taller than you…
—Oh…
—I must be 5 foot 8…
—That is tall…
—You think?
—Yep, you are starting to look big…
—Yep! —he laughs— My girlfriends say that too.
—Does she? —so there was a girl…
What happened? Oh, nothing, Ivan kept growing. Did it make sense? Of course not! I mean he was too old to have a growth spurt… how late was that? Well… never mind… Was I was enjoying the whole thing? I was going nuts… Every day his clothes were tighter, shorter, smaller in comparison with this huge body. But not only he was getting bigger, he was losing some fat… and muscles started to show themselves.
—Hey, Mr. Johnson!
—Hey… wow! Ivan… what happened? I mean… you look huge!
—Haha! You think so? Thanks! I feel great!
He would never do a double bicep or something… he was super shy… but there was no chance he could hide that muscle body…
—How much do you weight?
—Oh… don’t know… I don’t weight myself that much…
—Really? We’ll have to fix that!
That afternoon I bought a scale.
—There you go… step there… take off your sneakers and your sweater…
He did… OMG! What a back! He was becoming a beast!
—230lb… Ivan, you are huge!
—Wow! I didn’t think I was that big… I mean I see myself in the mirror… and I feel good…
—Do you?
—Yeah! I'm lifting a lot!
—How much are you bench pressing?
—Oh!… let me see… 100… 150… 300 lbs I guess…
—Wow!
—Ha! yeah! But my trainer told me is ok for someone as big as me… I'm 6 foot tall now…
—What?
—haha! Yeah, you were right Mr. Johnson. I'm getting taller!
—You are giant! I’ll have to look too high to talk to you!
—Haha! You are not that short…
—Let me prove my point! —I step closer and look directly to his chest— You see? From here I can only see your chest… huge chest, by the way? But to see your face I have to move back… you see? Huge!
—Haha… you are getting smaller Mr. Johnson!
So every Monday we had our scaling session and I added a tape to measure his height.
—Haha! 250 lb, Mr. Johnson!
—Come here, you giant! Let me measure you!
He steps next to me. I was facing just the bottom of his chest. Every part of his body was getting too huge for his clothes. I raised my hand and touch the top of his head to read:
—6 foot 2…
He was enormous but at the same time, he was so shy that was like a little kid in the body of a supergiant muscle man filled with strength from head to bottom.
A few weeks later:
—Wow! 270lb, Mr. Johnson!
—Really? Let see if you grew…
But when I tried to measure him I realize I didn’t reach his head.
—Let me help you —and lift me so I could reach his head.
His hands were enormous and I felt the strength on his arms that didn’t tremble, not even for a second.
—Wow! You are getting strong, Ivan!
—Haha! Yes, that was easy… how much do you weight?
—Let see…
The scale said 145…
—Wow! That felt like nothing, Mr. Johnson!
And then I read the tape…
—Ivan, you are 6 foot 3…
I was starting to freak out…
A month later he went to the scale by himself.
—How much, big guy? —I said.
—Can’t read…
It was true. The scale was next to the wall and to read the scale he had to bend over this chest but the wall was there.
—Let me do it —just getting close to him was amazing— 310lb… its official: you are a giant!
—You think so? I feel all things around me getting smaller. You too, Mr. Johnson —and he lifts me up— You are getting lighter! Measure me!
So I did.
—Oh… Ivan, you are 6 foot 5…
—Are you for real? Let me see! —he was still holding me— Wow! I'm as tall as a basketball player!
—Ehhhh… Ivan… Can you let me go?
—Oh Sorry! I forgot I was holding you! You weight nothing, Mr. Johnson you should put some weight!
But next week his mood changed dramatically. On Monday he didn’t even get close to the scale. He was silent and I could see he was sad. His expression was even different.
—Are you ok, Ivan?
—Yes, sure…
—You don’t look ok… is there something worrying you?
—Mr. Johnson… do you have a wife?
—I did —It was 50% true…
—Did you ever fight?
—A lot. Did you fight with your girlfriend? Did something happen?
—She says… —he paused.
—She says....?
—She says I'm too big.
—You are big… that is true. But is there something bad about it? Some people are big... some are not. Is she worried because you grew too much?
—No, you don’t get it… It’s not about my height…
—Ok, it's about your muscles?
—No!!!!! —he almost turned red just because I said that.
—Then what is it about….? —and then my heart skipped one… two… three… four beats— Oh! Oh! Oh! You mean…
—Yeah…
—Oh… —I went silent— Really? I mean… how much?
—She says it hurts too much! She doesn’t want to be with me anymore! She thinks its weird…
O was starting to feel a heat.
—And… mmmmmhh… And… aahhh.. what… do you… think?
—I don’t know!
—Do you like it? I mean do you like to be… big?
—I don’t know!
—I think you do, Ivan…
He looked at me. He was a boy. A muscle giant with a huge (how fucking much????) cock, but a boy. Strong as a fuck but lost…
—I think you know… and even more… I think you like it… am I wrong? you like to be big.
He kept on looking at me. I punched him on the shoulder (my god… it was made of concrete)
—Don’t be sad, big man. Maybe she is afraid, maybe you need to think about you… what do you want? Can you answer that? You like to train… right? Go to the gym?
—yes….
—And you like getting bigger…
–yes…
—And you like getting taller…
—yes
—Now, don’t tell me you don’t like to have a big… you know… everyone man would like that… What do you say? You like it or not?
—I think I do…
—Ok —I stood up— Let’s do this… I'm going to sponsor you…
Ivan was shocked.
—Sponsor me?
—Yes! I’m going to help you in your training. I’m going to sponsor you. You know! I’ll buy you all the things you need to have a proper training. Proteins, carbs, creatine, all that stuff. What do you say?
—Really??? —he was smiling now— Mr. Johnson! Don’t know what to say!
—Say you’ll train harder!
He stood up. His face went up up up and all his body erupted like a mountain of muscles. I didn’t reach his chest anymore. He hugged me and pressed my face against his mighty pectorals. They were there, I felt them like a wall of concrete. Solid and powerful. I had to see him without clothes. I felt like a little kid crushed by a muscle man.
—I’ll get huge for you, Mr. Johnson! —and he pressed me harder.
Spring came and Ivan started to use fewer clothes. He was not only happier, he was bigger than ever and growing like never before. I bought him t-shirts and a lot of tank tops. Lots of very tiny shorts, and lots of supplements for him to eat.
A few weeks later, the heat raised a lot. Teenagers were outside having fun. I was walking to the office and then I saw him coming. Ivan was on his bike bare-chested and using just a pair of lycra shorts. He wasn’t big... He was the biggest stud I’ve ever seen. His back was so wide that the bike looked like a tooth stick. His arms bulged with rocks of muscles and so did his shoulders. Those shoulders were bigger than my head. The muscles on his legs were so big that erupted like jams on each side. He was the image of strength and power. The most impressive man.
I ran to catch him at the entrance.
—Hey, big man!
He stood up and I saw his huge (HUGE) abs… 8 impossible big abs and the two enormous rocks filled with power on top. The biggest chest I’ve seen in a person. I looked him from top to bottom. I did notice the incredible big meat on his pants. But his huge body was shinning. It was all sweaty. The most marvelous man was in front of me. In front and above: he was way taller than me. I only reached his abs. I moved closer.
—Nice bike! —I said just as I moved even closer.
I looked like a small little girl next to her giant muscle brother. Shirtless and hung as a stud.
—It’s not mine. It's from my dad. It's too expensive for me to buy….
—Oh! Really? Do you like me to buy you a bike?
—Oh! No! No, Mr. Johnson, you’ve done a lot for me! I could never….
—Stop right there, big fellah! I like to help you! You are happy and that what matter most! Because you are happy, right?
—Happy? I'm like crazy… I have to tell you…
—Did you grow right? I mean… —I had to say it— you look impressive. I’ve never seen you without clothes before.
—Oh yeah! I'm way-way bigger!
—We should weigh you!
—That would great! —he lifted the bike and carry it above his shoulders.
—You first! —I said to follow him.
Walking was even more impressive that cycling. Every muscle on his back was working in something different. His legs were so long and big that he has to move them in a weird way. And his arm, his flexed arm that was holding the bike looked like metal or even more: pure muscle of a man.
He stepped into the scale… and… broke it!
—Ivan, you broke the scale…
—Oh! I'm so sorry, Mr. Johnson. I’ll buy a new one!
—Don’t be silly! —I said and punched him on his abs cause it was the only part of him I could reach. Believe me: it was as solid as the wall— Go take a shower! I’ll buy a new one!
So I run to buy a new even more resistant scale.
—There you go. Take off your clothes so we can get the real number.
—Sure
He said and tried to take off his shirt. But he couldn’t
—Haha! I can’t take it. Would you help me?
—Sure! —I said trembling!
I grab it and helped him. When his muscle torso was free he moved closer.
—Thanks! It’s hard for me to take them off, my back is too big.
I lost my breath. He steps on the scale and said:
—I can’t read.
—Oh my god…
—What? Did I break it? So sorry, Mr. Johnson! I promise I won’t do it again!
—Ivan… you weight 420 lbs…
—What? Are you for real? I’m huge!
I was right next to that giant muscle man and I did notice the big python starting to move.
—Ivan… you are an impressive man… I’ve never seen someone as big and muscular as you.
—And you didn’t see me naked!
My heart stopped…
—Oh Sorry Mr. Johnson, I didn’t mean to say that! It just! Oh shit!
—It's ok, Ivan! I understand! You had something to tell me….
—Oh! yes! —he said and he turned red— Last night… ahh, I went to a party… and there were a lot of sexy girls there…
—Oh! I see. And you met someone!
—Yes! and no! I mean. I didn’t meet them!
—Them?
He looked at me and turned red.
—Did you have sex with more than one girl?
He said yes just moving his head and smiling like a child.
—Two? —He said no— Three? —he was smiling even more— Wow! How many? Four?
—Seven…
—What?
—It was incredible, Mr. Johnson! They were crazy over my muscles!! They started touching me! And kissing me! It was amazing! You were right, Mr. Johnson! Girls love big muscles! They said I was huge and asked me to flex! I was so horny that I did! It was funny! I’ve never done that before!
—You never flex, before?
—Nop.
—You should try it…
—You mean alone? I don’t get it! What for?
—I don’t know… I mean… I could help you with that if you want…
—Really? that would be great! I would flex for you! Thanks!
—No problem! And Ivan, you don’t need to wear a t-shirt in here. So feel free to be like this if you want!
—Oh! Great! —and even without noticing he bounced his chest.
Unbelievable. Pure mass of muscles. A man filled with strength.
—Oh! We forgot to measure you!
—Oh, yeah!
Without even saying anything he lifts me. But I didn’t have the chance to grab the tape. So he just uses one hand to hold me. I was using his palm as a seat and grabbed from his arm not to fall. It was like a tree, muscles over muscles, strong and expanded.
—There you go —he said after getting the tape.
—Ivan… you are holding me with one arm… and your arm… is huge!
—Oh! yeah! you are not that heavy you know! I use barbels bigger than you.
—Can I touch it? Your arm I mean…
—Sure! Look at this —and he flexed his arm in front of my face—Look, Its bigger than your head!
—Can I touch it? —I was trembling.
—Sure!
I grab his bicep with both my hands. It was a rock. A huge a powerful rock. The strongest arm I’ve ever felt. On the biggest muscle man, I’ve ever seen.
—It's so… hard…
—Squeeze it…
—Oh… really? Ok… —he was still holding me with his other arm.
—Harder…
—Oh my god…
—Harder…
—I can’t…
—Haha! You can’t even dent it! —he straightened and I lost balance.
Without even thinking I placed my hand on his chest. It was even harder!
—Oh sorry!
—Don’t be sorry, Mr. Johnson! You can touch my body! These muscles are all yours! I'm this huge because of you! You can touch my chest anytime you want!
—Really?
—Really… go ahead! Feel how hard I am…
—Oh my god… Ivan…you are so big… and hard…
—Told you…hit me…
—What?? No!
—Come on, Mr. Johnson! You won’t hurt me…
—Are you sure?
—Yeah! —he shouts and bounces his pecs
I hit them. It was like hitting a tank.
—Again!
I punched again!
—Come on, man! Hit hard! Hit like a man!
I used all my strength. His body was even harder!
—Harder! Hit my muscles!
I obey.
—Come on! Hit this chest!
I was exhausted but I tried again.
—Told you! —I was so tired that I rested against his chest without noticing it— You can’t hurt me, Mr. Johnson. I'm too big.
I was just caressing his chest.
—You don’t know how good it feels to have muscles this big! I feel like a fucking beast… I could lift you like this for hours, you know?!! How does it feel, Mr. Johnson? To be next to someone as huge and strong as me?
—It's amazing —I was about to start kissing his chest.
—Did you ever see someone as big as me?
—No —I said not only to answer his question but also because he left me on the floor again.
—Stand up next to me, I want to see how big I am.
I was almost shaking. I was just millimeters away from his abs. And his python cock was almost burst his shorts.
—You are getting smaller, Mr. Johnson. I have to bend to see you over my chest! Hows the view? Am I big enough for you?
—You are impressive…
—Do you want me to be even bigger? If you want I can grow more.
—Oh yes… please…
—I can make my muscles much bigger… and you won’t even reach my abs. Do you want that?
—Yes, please!
—Ok, Mr. Johnson. I’ll get huge for you! I’ll make my muscles even bigger! I’ll show you how big can I be. Enjoy the view, Mr. Johnson!
Summer came. What could I say? I was living a dream. Ivan was beyond of being big. He had to duck to pass through doors, he had to turn because his back was wider than frames. He was not only getting big, his muscles were gaining more definition, thickness, and density. He wasn’t using shirts anymore, days were so warm that it made sense for him to be bare-chested. But what a chest! It was like looking someone with his armor on all the time. From time to time a would stand up and go to his place to show him something. But instead of that, something like this happened all the time:
—You look amazing, Ivan.
—Thanks, Mr. Johnson. I’ve trained shoulders today… You should’ve seen me lifting like crazy…
I would place both my hands in each of the huge and rounded shoulders.
—Your shoulders are huge… You are such a man…
—My muscles could use some massage…
And I would do that like a servant. I would massage his back, his shoulders, his arms, and his huge chest.
—Mr. Johnson, you are great with your hands… Feel this…
And then he would tense his chest.
—You are so strong, Ivan. I can’t believe the size of your muscles! You are a god!
—Ok, I'm off —he would stand up— This god is going to get even bigger.
I would stand next to him. He was so tall that I was face to face with his python. His legs were huge as tree trunks. I placed my hands on his strong legs and huge legs.
—You like that, don’t you, Mr. Johnson?
—Oh, you are such a man.
—You I’ll see how much this man can grow, Mr. Johnson.
And he would leave me there. That was almost every day until the bathroom thing happened.
One day he came back from the gym. He had not showered there because they had a problem in the gym so he came back to take a shower at the office. I followed him like a zombie.
—Can I help you, Ivan?
—Oh… Yeah… I’m so hard after training I can barely move. Would you mind taking my clothes off, Mr. Johnson?
In other people, I would detect the perversion at these words, but there was none in Ivan. He was like a child.
—Oh, sure!
He sat on the small bench the dressing room had. He was still taller than me even seated, but I got in front of me his wide and big chest. What a view!
He lifted his huge arms and I took his tank top from his waist up, up, up and he was free. All his body was shining, rock solid and filled with the biggest muscles. I placed both hands on his chest and filled his strength. Without even thinking I kissed them. A second after I was frozen. I didn’t dare to look him in the eyes.
—That was nice, Mr. Johnson —he said and added— You can kiss my muscles. Girls do that. They go crazy with my chest. You can do that as well. Let me show you.
He placed one of his big and powerful hands on my head and pressed me against his chest.
—How’s that Mr. Johnson? Feel my power. You can use your tongue, you know. Girls do that. There you go, lick those big muscles. Lick my chest like a girl! Oh, you are good with your mouth. Do you like my big chest?
—I love it.
—I know you do.
He stood up. But he was too big to fit in the dressing room.
—Take off my pant, Mr. Johnson
Was that possible? I mean how did he fit in those pants? They were super tight at his waist but below that, he had the biggest and most hard legs I’ve ever seen.
I started to throw but it was impossible. I only got to see his underpants and his huge python resting there.
—What happens, Mr. Johnson? Do you need some help with my shorts?
—You are too big, Ivan. I can’t
—Haha, don’t worry! Let a man handle that.
And with a single movement, he destroyed his shorts.
—There you go.
I was just looking at his giant muscle body in front of me. My hands were shaking.
—Are you going to stay there, Mr. Johnson?
—Ivan… —I didn’t know what was I going to say
—Don’t be afraid, Mr. Johnson…
—Would you… would you call me… would you call me “little man”…?
He smiled.
—Don’t be afraid, little man. I'm a huge man, but I'm not bad. I have huge muscles but I'm a good guy. Do you want to see my huge cock?
I said yes with my head.
—But first take off your clothes, little man. I want to see how small you are.
I did as fast as I could, though I was trembling.
—There you go, little man. You are so small and fragile… haha! it makes me feel huge.
He did his first most muscular pose.
—Look how big I am… Look at my body. This is how a man should look like. Look how big is my arm comparing to yours. You are so weak…
His python was raising below his underpants.
—Do you want to see my huge muscle body naked, Little man? You are going to cry when you see the size of my dick. Take off your underpants.
I did.
—Whats there? You call that a dick? Haha! It's the size of my pinky. Let me show you how big is the cock of a real man!
And he started to flex his body and while he talked his cock grew and grew and grew.
—I love to be this big and you that small. Hows the view of my body? my big and powerful body. I love to see all the little people like you look at me from below. I love how they get scared of this chest. I have all the power here, you know. I like to see you drooling over my muscles, Mr Johnson. I'm your biggest turn on, ha? You are such a fag for my muscles and you are so small, I could crush you with my fingers. I love seeing you get smaller day after day. I love to show you how much I can grow. You call yourself a man? With that dick? Really? —his python was the size of my arm now and pointing up— This is how a man should look like. Muscles everywhere. Strong as a fuck. Oh, Mr. Johnson, I'm so big. You don’t know how strong I am! All these muscles are so fucking strong. Hit my legs. Come on! Harder! Hit like a man! Yeah! Keep hitting, Mr. Johnson! I don’t feel anything! You are just a fag, this is man. Look at this arm! Look at this muscle! I’m a fucking giant! Lick my legs! There you go, lick them like the fag you are. I should rape you to show you how a real man fucks! But I think I'm too big! I would fucking kill you! Haha! I'm huuuuuge! —his python was almost the size of my leg—. Pay attention Mr. Johnson, LOOK HOW HUUUUUUGE IS THIS FUCKING MAN!
And his underpants split in two. The biggest cock I’ve ever seen was above my head.
—HAHA! You won’t even reach my cock —he said starting to stroke the immense shaft— I love to be this big. I'm a fucking beast. LOOK AT MY COCK! THIS IS HOW A MAN SHOULD LOOK LIKE! LOOK AT THE SIZE OF MY BODY! OH MR. JOHNSON IM TOO FUCKING BIG! COME HERE, STEP ON THE BENCH, LITTLE MAN! IM GOING TO SHOW YOU HOW BIG I AM
I did and there I was in front of that huge, long, and filled with power shaft. He was stroking his monstrous cock very slowly.
—ARE YOU SURE YOU CAN TAKE THIS COCK, MR JOHNSON? IT'S TOO BIG FOR YOU! LICK IT.
I grab it with both hands and lick the huge head of it. It was way-way bigger than my mouth.
—Haha! THERE YOU GO, MR. JOHNSON, LICK MY MUSCLE COCK! YOU HAVE A LITTLE TONGUE THERE… USE IT… COME ON…. WORSHIP MY COCK MR. JOHNSON. WORSHIP MY FUCKING HUGE BODY. DO YOU LIKE MY MUSCLES DONT YOU? YOU CAN’T HELP TO FAG ALL OVER THIS GIANT BODY! YOU WANT MY CHEST, RIGHT?. ITS FUCKING ENORMOUS! IM SUCH A MAN! LICK HARDER! SUCK IT! OPEN THAT MOUTH MR. JOHNSON! MY HUGE COCK WON’T FIT IN THERE IF YOU DON’T OPEN BIGGER! COME ON, DON’T BE A PUSSY! OPEN IT! OPEN BIGGER! HAHA IM GOING TO BREAK YOUR JAW WITH MY COCK! ARE YOU AFRAID? ARE YOU AFRAID OF WHAT THIS MUSCLES CAN DO? YOU CAN’T STOP THIS BODY! IM TOO BIG! TOO STRONG! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW IS IT TO BE THIS STRONG! ITS SUCH A TURN ON! I CAN FUCK EVERY ONE I WANT! HAHA ARE YOU AFRAID? OPEN BIGGER! HAHA GIRLS GO CRAZY ON MY BODY! JUST LIKE YOU, MR JOHNSON. YOU CAN HELP TO WORSHIP MY MUSCLES, SPECIALLY MY CHEST! EVEN NOW YOU WANT TO TOUCH IT RIGHT? YOU WANT TO FEEL HOW STRONG IS MY CHEST! EVERYONE WANTS TO TOUCH THIS CHEST! OH FUCK… I HOPE YOU ARE READY MR JOHNSON. YOU ARE GOING TO DRINK ALL MY MAN JUICE.
And he came all over me and sent me to heaven.﻿

I've been thinking for a while whether to tell my story or not. Finally, I decided I was over it. It took me some time, I admit it: I've been obsessed with him for more than a year and I couldn't do more than thinking about him, jerking off and walk imaging ways to pay him back. Cause this is a real story, this happened to me.
My name is Diego. I was born in NY and lived there all my life. I got to move by myself at the age of 25 and enjoyed my freedom for 5 years living on my own, dating with no attachments and trying to meet as many guys I could. I’ve always felt an attraction for big muscles but I understood that when I was 15 and my parents decided that we were going on vacations with some friends of them: The Patalli Family. They came all the way from Italy with nothing except his little son Jason. After a year they funded one of the most important pizza’s restaurants: The Patalli Pizza. Mr. Patalli was much taller than my family —my dad was 5 foot 6 inch tall, and he was the tallest of all of us—. So Mr. Patalli was a good head taller than my dad, but he wasn’t the tall one in his family. At the age of 19 his little son, Jason wasn’t little anymore: almost a head taller than his dad so imagine how big was for me, I didn’t even reach his shoulders… And what shoulders he had! He ate like an ape but he wasn’t fat at all, he was one of those guys obsessed with training. So he runs every day, trained every day and measure his muscles almost every day. I was quite chubby back then —not super fat— just out of shape and too embarrassed to take out my shirt in public.
Pijama party with friends? Shirt. Pool? Shirt. Beach? What do you think? Super Shirt!
So our vacations consisted of three of my favorite things: Share room with another “kid”, go to the pool with another “kid” and yes… go to the beach with another “kid”. And to make things worse he wasn’t the same type of kid I was… no mister. He was the type of training growing hulking muscles type of kid. Awesome! I was not only ashamed of myself, I got to share every day with someone that would make me feel even inferior to how I felt. Where were we? Helllooo!!! Florida!! Living Hell!
So there we were: at the beach. My mom and dad decided to go for a walk —Nice! Forget about me cruel ones!—. Ms. and Mr. Patalli left Jason and run to the casino or some other depressing place. And there we were. Young Chubby Diego and Big Stud Jason.
And then I started to feel dizzy. Jason took off his shirt very slowly like those guys in the TV. Like pooling the flag of victory for all to see. As the shirt started rising I got to see his waist just a little bigger than mine but with no fat, his well-defined abs and then his wings… the biggest back I have ever seen in my short life. After he was done his chest fell like an avalanche. Two perfect pillows filled with muscles.
—What are you looking at, fag? —he said and flexed his chest.
Oh my god. That was it: I died.
Just in front of me, there was the body I’ve been jerking to without knowing it.
My brain said: That’s it, buddy, I’m getting out of here!
Jason laughs and tossed his shirt before going away. I will always remember his huge muscle back while running. Every part of this body defined against the sun. Hard, shiny, amazing…
Stop right there! Don’t think that that was all… It was far from being over for poor little Diego.
Our parents had rented a single apartment for the six of us. So Jason and I had to share the same room every night… and how was it almost every night? Our parents went out to dinner, and Jason did almost the same with his friends… It was only me who stayed to guard our castle. Brave of me, isn’t it? I can hear you screaming: Looooser! You have your point. But wait! Don’t rush! Because there was this night…
—Bye, guys! —said my mom— Have fun!
The key locked the door from outside and there I was laying on my bed watching facebook on my phone just to avoid thinking about anything… especially that Jason canceled his date and was in the other bed… laying on his back and chatting on his phone… wearing a very very very short pair of shorts that left his huge built and long legs exposed in all their mighty. Pure horse strength…
—Ok, little man, count —he said.
—What? —I said.
And before I could think about anything he took off his shirt and lay down on the floor just next to me to do an impossible amount of pushups… 40… 60… 80… I was about to burst into flames… so did his body. I looked at his rounded shoulders and triceps work like a machine. Up. Down. Up. Down. And grow grow grow and what do you think? Of course! Fucking grow!
When he was done he stood up —he was not even breathing hard but his chest was like expanding on every single drop of air he took— and clapped his hands to said:
—How much do you weigh, fag?
—Are you talking to me? —I didn’t say that of course, but my brain did while packing his stuff before leaving…
—Don’t know… 110 pounds?
—Really?… —he seemed disappointed (I was too)—. Too little, man, ok come on… —said by opening his big arms.
The most impressive arms I’ve ever seen in my short life (yes, I know I said this before… every part of me back then was like that: short).
Did I move? What do you think? Of course not! I was dead! My brain was in exile… I was chained to that bed!
But this wasn’t a problem for big and powerful Jason. He ducks by my side and lifted me like I weight nothing… even worse… he said:
—You weight nothing…
Kill me, God!
And there I was in the play of a helpless princess… or a baby doll… or a potato bag… firmly held against his chest… my check was against it… and it felt smooth and strong and hard and hot… His biceps were bulging against my back… in a few words: I was feeling the strength of his body.
—Count! —he said and started to squat while holding me.
How many squats he did? Forget it! My mouth was doing something that my memory will never remember. My eyes were fixed on that chest by my side… and since then I’m number one fan of big chests. I do remember his muscles stretching and flexing, he was shining and tanned from swimming at the beach. He also was laughing. I don’t blame him (I love him, for Christ sake!). I would have done the same if I were him. Imaging being held by a man way taller than you and not only way-way stronger but filled with muscles and hard after an impossible warmup. I felt protected and afraid at the same time. His chest and shoulders were tight against my body and with every movement of his legs (legs that after that grew to be 2x their original size), I felt his biceps tensing. He was a man at 19 and I was just 4 years younger but a super small and chubby kid. I felt he could protect me If the ceiling fell. I dream awake about that many times. I imagined the two of us being in a small room, small enough so his naked chest had to be above me and then the ceiling would fell off… why? Who knows!! I only know he would raise his hands to hold it while his muscles would explode in size.
—Don’t be afraid, little man. I have it —he would say smiling.
Of course, you have it! You have the biggest body I’ve ever seen! I wouldn’t say that, of course! I would just look at his chest, shoulders and arms growing because of the effort of saving me from being crushed… A pure man. Huge. Strong. And bigger just because I was small.
OK! Enough of the dream! Let's go back to that terrible (Who am I kidding? Wonderful) night…
Jason ended his training and after that, he put me down and tousled my hair like the child I was.
—Thank you for being my dumb-bell, fag—said and sprint to the bathroom.
Clever. Wasn’t he? Dumb-bell! I would have killed you, Jason, if I wasn't the poor kid obsessed with muscles I was.
Ok. ten years have pass from that. I was leaving alone and guess what? I was training. I was going to the gym three times a week and after two months of being unable to do a single pull up I did my first and my second pull up. Success! I was strong… ha! Forget it! Now I know what was I doing wrong… but back then I didn’t. I didn’t ask no one about a routing. Forget it! I was too shy! Or too crazy… I built my own idea of training… which was 2 hours in the gym!! Impossible long routines that had almost no effect. So that lasted for a while. I did grew stronger but there was almost no sign in my body. There was that unbeaten fat covering every possible muscle I could build.
So by the age of 27, I was a simple man… not a kid anymore but not a stud neither. I was 5 foot 5 (Michael fucking Jordan, people!) and weighed 145 pounds… ok ok! Stop throwing things! Ouch! That hurt, mister! I was trying, for Christ sake!
At 30 I discovered three things: how to do a proper routing at the gym, how to eat for your body to answer your prayers and finally and most important: Bruno.
I got to chat with him once. We sent pictures to each other and that was it. He was a little bit taller than me, was fit like one of those guys that are fit by nature but don’t train to get better at it: fuck off, man! So I didn’t payed him that much of attention. But it seemed I was the type of men he liked. He asked me once to go out, and I said “sorry, can’t”. Bitch! Same thing happened a week after that and then he disappeared. Don’t get me wrong, I'm not one of those guys that want just a hulking man to appear and fuck their brains out. I mean, I would love that to happen but to be honest I was one of those guys that need a pervert on the other side. I remember once a guy, lets call it X. We sent pictures to each other, I didn’t like him but he did like me. And what did he said?
—Oh! You are tiny!
—What? —my dick answered.
—Yes! You are super short!
That was it! I had to meet this huge beast that was calling me tiny. I travel over there with the biggest hard-on of my life. And what happened? The bold one that opened the door was just 3 inches taller than me! Disappointment! I let him kiss me and touch me until I said: enough. And left him with nothing. Bitch, again!
So, what about Bruno? At least from our chats, he sounded like one of those guys that are sweet and easy going. Laughing all the time and maybe a little sissy. I didn’t like that at all and sometimes it was even hard for me to stand. I was a single man that looked exactly like any other man from NY with better clothing. Ha!
—Wanna go out? —he asked for the third time.
It was a cold night, it was the cruelest winter ever and I felt lonely and wanted someone to at least talk to.
—Sure —I said.
We met in a cafe. Bruno had his hair short, like a soldier. But he didn’t look like a soldier at all. He was thin, he bent his wrists and neck too much and laugh out loud almost like my aunt does. He was cute but too sissy for me. He talked about anything, he told me he danced a lot and asked me if I liked to do some sports.
—Gym —I said.
—Oh, nice! I like big muscles! —he said with a perverted grin.
Are you kidding? Fuck off! I didn’t want a fag to be in my place. We don’t look the same, we are not the same, we have nothing in common! (That was my brain saying).
And then he added:
—I do spinning!
Spinning! That is for girls!
I could tell I was 100% his type while at the same time he was 0% my type. Mr. Heart breaker with you, people!
That was it for Bruno… or that was what I thought. I blocked him.
Winter ended. Spring came again and parks filled with people running. I did that too. Every Saturday I went for a long run. So there I was running shirtless and a little more confident, I admit it. I sported at least some V shape, not too defined, not too big. Just a decent one. And guess who I stomp with? Daaa! Bruno!
—Hey! —he said waving his hand while running in my direction.
Ok, let's do it fast. I didn’t want for someone to see me with him.
And then I saw it. He was wearing very tight shorts, those lycra ones. What could I said? He was thin… I mean fit. He was fitter than I was, not too much. Probably same muscles but much less fat… except from his legs… Horse legs. Muscles over muscles, like two legs putted together to make a single but strong one and defined… and on top of that the most rounded and built ass I’ve ever seen. I wasn’t that much fan of asses and legs… but FUCK OFF!! Sexiness from down to top. It was like he only trained (like mad) up to his midsection and the rest came just by nature. He was fit, but too thin for me to look at. But his legs… my god. I wanted just to touch them. There was this muscle above his knee that bulged like… like… like a muscle above a knee bulging.
—What? —I said.
Mr. eloquent with you, people!
—Training a lot, ha? —he said looking at me (at my body actually).
I wasn’t a model, not even near but let say… fuck me! Who was I kidding? This guy looked like a fucking god… especially his legs.
—Same there —I said pointing at his legs.
He laughed like a shy girl.
—Spinning effects… —he said moving them like two tree trunks— Its hard to fit into some pants.
Kill me, god! Kill me, now!
—Really? —I’m a genius.
—Hey, you blocked me! —he said throwing a sissy fist to my shoulder— And I liked you!
—What? Really?
Someone kill my brain!
—Really. Ok, it was nice to see you!
And then he ran away. With his huge legs making a wonderful job there, tensing, expanding, flexing. And his ass jumping and doing magic.
That night I unblocked him and started chatting.
—I saw you looking at my legs —he said without hesitation.
—Yep —I was about to die!
—Ha! It was nice.
A few days after I got him naked in my bed. He was fitter than I was, but somehow you didn’t see that when he was wearing any clothes on. It was like he didn’t like to have muscles but he did somehow… stupid nature! But after I saw his legs once I couldn’t help to look at them even with his long pants on. Biggest legs I ever felt. Filled with muscles, flexing at every movement. Strong and powerful.
—So you are into big muscles, ha? —he said and flexed his leg for me.
I was in ecstasy. It was like fucking a horse that sounded like a girl. It was a little bit confusing but he looked like a real man at least from waist to bottom. And what a bottom!!! Each leg of him was two times any of my legs.
—Too much spinning makes you grow, you know? —he said.
—Fuck you! —I said rubbing his muscles over and over again.
—Yes, please!
And that was how we started dating.
Dating Bruno was easy and hard at the same time. The sex part was easy of course. I just needed to see him naked to sport a club that he would be pleased to suck like crazy and after that, he would give me his butt for me to play. So, he was passive and left me the rest for my enjoyment. I loved it. The hard part was the “social” part. I didn’t want for people to think “Look at those gays”, just “Look a single man, just the rest of the man in the universe”. Nothing special, just a regular guy. But it was impossible with Bruno. Not because of his enormous legs which people never mentioned (Don’t know why or how or what????) but because of his… sissiness? Most of the time he was 70% manly 30% you know what… but there were some times he was 0% manly… and KILL ME, LORD! I WANTED TO DISAPPEAR FROM EARTH.
So did I introduce him to my friends? Some, just some girls. Forget about my other friends!.
Did I introduce him to my parents? NO WAY, MISTER! (or MISSES depending on the day). I couldn’t stand it. I was too embarrassed to do so.
So no family, no friends. What did we do together? Fuck most of the time of course. Read. Go out from time to time. I liked a lot the way he liked me (I could even tell he was in love with me) but I found it impossible to stand that side of him. I wanted a man, not a girl. Hello!!!?? Ok ok… you know what is like.
So what happened? I decided to do something about it.
—Why don’t you go to the gym? —I said to him once.
—To the gym? Why? I don’t like it! And besides that, what for?
—Don’t know… —of course I knew—To build some muscles… you could use them…
He looked me with that evil grin that I despised so much.
—You can’t help it, right? —said flexing his legs like he did nothing— Are you that obsessed?
I had to jump to feel that muscles on his legs, so I couldn’t answer that. I was to busy licking them.
—Let's do this —he said— I’ll go if we go together!
And that was when I jumped like a cat when you try to get wet.
—No!! —I said on the other corner of the bed.
—Why not? —he said and his expression went from happy to confused.
—Don’t know… I don’t feel like it…
—You are ashamed of me, ha? Ashamed I'm not as manly as you would like to.
—Pfff, of course not!
—I can see it, you know. I'm not stupid.
And like that, we had our first fight.
We stop seeing each other for two weeks. I didn’t even send him a text message. I was angry and confused. Then I think about it again and again and again (my brain was exhausted because of that much thinking) and I realize I behave like shit.
—I'm sorry… —I texted him.
—No, you are not —he answered.
—Of course, I am, you idiot horse! —I used to call him like that.
Horse. Man-Horse. Centaur. All things related to my favorite part of him.
—I miss that…
—Me too… —and without thinking about it I added— I want to go to the gym with you.
And then it all started.
Did you ever ask yourself: Am I gifted? With your body I mean. Like genetically gifted. I never asked myself that, until I saw Bruno training.
He knows nothing about. He didn’t even like to do the exercises but somehow he was good at it. And to make things worse he progressed like crazy.
March - Me 154.324 pounds, Bruno 170.132 pounds (Because of his legs of course)
I had to teach him every movement and build a routing to fit his current muscle development. So let's make things clear. I wasn’t either huge or strong. I was training for more than 5 years and let say I could lift some weight. And Bruno? Nothing! Zero! It was like a girl trying to do it well for her coach. I mean: he had those monstrous legs that could split me in half, that would outrun me every time we would sprint together, he would never get tired, he could do endless squats and jump impossible distances. But he never trained his upper body before.
The day after the first day he complained like a girl. Every muscle was hurting. He even spent the whole day in bed. I thought it was too much but he insisted and almost cry out when I pushed him out. Ok, Mister Weak!
But when we reach week three he complained no more. He was even enjoying going to the gym. He still refused to lift more weight.
—I like you being the strong one —he said.
But besides that, he was gaining some weight, and it wasn’t any fat.
April Me 156.200, Bruno 176.012
So by April that was the schema. He outweighs me by 20 pounds. But he was lifting the same weights. Doing the same repetitions. And at the same time, I was training even harder. I was lifting a lot (for my weight and size). It was on the end of that month that one night while we were having sex and he was down on his knees I notice the difference on his back. It was way broader and some muscles were starting to appear. And then it started to happen. Every day that passed muscles were coming to view. Big, rounded and defined muscles. He laughed out of it.
May Me 155 pounds (Cruel god!) Bruno 190 pounds
Ok… there was something strange going on. But fuck! I was kind of enjoying it. At the gym, it was confusing to see someone as defined and big as Bruno (he was now way bigger than me) lifting such small weight. But on the bed, it was like my dream come true. I had a muscle stud just for me to fuck.
Gym started to become an issue though. I mean I was killing myself and he was not even trying. Not for real. He was just doing the exercises I told him to do. But his body was growing like crazy. His chest expanded like his back. His shoulders duplicated their sizes and his arms did the same. The most impressive thing was his forearms, they grew so much that it was scary. And then I fell.
I started to do an exercise just for my forearms, and what happened? I got injured! Tendinitis in both my wrists. I had to rest for two months.
What happened then? I realized that Bruno was getting taller. It seemed that his body didn’t have enough growing muscles, he also needed to be tall (Fuck off, god!). He was already taller than me when we started dating, 2 inches was a lot back then… but after two months he reached 5 foot 9. It was impossible. He was not only built like a tank but also tall as a tree (for me, at least). And what about his legs? For christ sake! They were even bigger than before!
—I feel great —he said once squatting and flexing his muscles in front of the mirror.
It was like looking a young bodybuilder preparing himself for the competition.
June Me 150 pounds Bruno 212 pounds
Even though we stopped training Bruno not only kept on growing, he was getting taller too!. By the end of June, he was 6 foot tall. It was like seeing someone inflate in front of your eyes. Not only his muscles were growing, but his back was starting to be almost as wide as the door, and his chest… OMG! Two stones put together. It was like his body tried to reach the point of this legs (with no success because those monster legs were out of any league).
When we have sex I felt I was fucking a real horse just because of this size. I needed to ask him to extend his legs so I could reach with my dick to THAT point.
—I can’t believe you still getting bigger…
—Mmmmm
—What?
—I didn’t… stop training…
—What?????????
—It was you who got injured! Not me!
—But you told me you didn’t like to go on your own!
—Yeah… but I changed my mind…! I like it now.
—I bet you do, bitch!
—Who are you calling, bitch, you runt?
And after saying that he lifted and tossed me to the bed like a weight nothing.
—Ha! I love being strong! —he said flexing both his arms.
He wasn’t just strong: he was strength itself.
July Me 148 pounds Bruno ???
In July my parents invited me on a trip to Europe. I thought about that for a while and then I decided I would like to go on vacations for a while. I remember the last night with Bruno on his bed. He was laying on his back with this arms extended next to his face. It was a vision of power. That morning I buried my face in his chest and then took a taxi.
We visited Madrid, Paris, London, and many other cities. It was a great time. And I got some time to recover from my wrists.
When I got back to NY I texted Bruno:
—I'm back!
—I'm running! See you in the park!
I changed my clothes and run like a schoolboy desperate to meet his bests friends. But instead of meeting my friend I got to see this huge muscle stud tall as a tree running towards me. It was a vision that everyone could see and was seeing and pointing and owing and who knows what else... How much tall? Don’t know! 6 foot 4? 6 foot 5? HUUUUUGE! But not only tall. Built like two tanks. Every step he made transformed his muscles from soft to hard in milliseconds. It was the vision of paradise.
—You shrunk! —he said laughing when he reached me.
—What? —again my brain.
I was looking directly to his chest. And what a chest… Broad. Big.
—I can tell you like it —he said stretching his arms so I could admire the size, definition, and size (yeah, again!) of his body.
—Fuck off!
What to say? It was a dream come true. I was dating the biggest, strongest, tallest of all. But the thing was this: he was still the same sissy guy, except he was two heads taller now and 250 pounds. It was more than confusing.
August (lets stop this measure thing for a while, ok?)
The first night after I got back we slept together at his place. And guess what happened next morning? When I woke up I was alone in his bed (his new king size bed, actually)… and then I heard him. I moved myself to his side. Right next to his bed there was Bruno… doing pushups… and he was counting.
—94… 95… 96… 97… 98… 99… 100
And with a quick movement he stood up.
—Hey! —said the huge piece of a man.
—Wow…!
—Ha! You like it? —said and flex both arms.
Two big mountains erupted from his arms.
—Are you ok? —I said.
—What do you think? —he said and flexed his chest…
—Wow…!
—Count…! —he said and started doing pull-ups in his new pull up bar.
What is it with the counting thing? Does every stud needs for a tiny friend to count for them?
—Ok! —said my cheerleader side (kill me, god!)
Guess how many reps he did… easy… one fucking hundred… And after that he was not even tired…
—How much do you weigh, fag?
—Are you talking to me? —I did said that— You know how much!
—Haha! I know you were too little, man, ok come on… —said by opening his big arms.
The most impressive arms I’ve ever seen in my not so short life
Did I move? What do you think? Of course, I didn’t! I wanted him to lift me up! And so he did!
He ducks by my side and lifted me like I weight nothing… even worse… he said:
—You weight nothing…
Kill me, God!
And there I was AGAIN in the play of a helpless princess… or a baby doll… or a potato bag… firmly held against his chest… my check was against it… and it felt smooth and strong and hard and hot… His biceps were bulging against my back… in a few words: I was feeling the strength of his body.
—Count! —he said and started to squat while holding me.
He was much bigger than Jason when he did the same (I was starting to believe there was something weird on me that pushed muscle studs to do the same thing with me) and way stronger.
—You like it —he said looking at my dick.
But he was enjoying it as well. There is a thing I didn’t mention before just because I was to busy with the muscle thing. There was his dick “issue”. Back then when we met that thing was a regular 4.7 inches (little less than my 5.9). But now… it was… how to say it? huge? big? it was a 12 inches long python! and big as a club!
So the squat game was done… of course, he did his 100 reps… and guess what!?
—Let's go to the bathroom —he said still carrying me like a paper ball.
He stepped in front of the big mirror that filled the wall and let me… sit in his huge dick.
—Haha! There you go! Enjoy the ride, tiny man! How does it feel to ride my huge cock?! Haha! Look at me! I'm huge everywhere! What am I? Four times your size? Look at this muscles! Look how big is my chest! And my fucking arms! I'm a beast! I feel so fucking strong! Haha! Look at you, you are so fucking small next to my body! Do you like the view little man? Are you enjoying my muscles? I could rape you if I wanted to! haha! What do you say? Do you want me to show you how big and strong I am? How’s that? Do you want me to show you how strong I am? Do you want to see what can this muscles do? Oh, fuck, I'm going to explode.
And by saying that he lifted me and he impale me into his cock. I let out a scream like I never did before.
—haha! You like it, tiny man! That’s how it feels a real man!
And he lifted me again and impale me (again) but this time I was facing his huge body! I placed both my tiny hands on his chest to say:
—Please, don't! You are too big!
—Haha! I know! I'm a real man! Take a big breath, little man! I'm going to fuck your tiny ass like a man!
And he did! At least until I passed out!
Life continues as it was… But there were certain things that change from one day to the other. The “me fucking him” idea was over. I mean, imagine a 145-pound person trying to fuck a 270 pound, pure muscles giant. Each of his legs was bigger than my two legs together and his ass was like two mountains right next to the other.
I was dying to fuck him but every time I tried to move into that direction something like this happened:
—What are you doing, little man? You think you can fuck this beast? —and he would flex some muscles to show how big and strong he was— Comer here, feel this —he would say flexing his chest right in front of me —you feel that?
—So strong… —I'm a genius, I know.
—That’s it, little man! I'm a fucking monster! So… do you want to fuck this body? —he would say while standing up— In order to fuck this body you have to beat me… Ok, come one, little man. Haha, you are so tiny! You don’t even reach my chest, anymore! Haha ok ok, lets do this! If you lift me once I let you fuck me.
—Fuck off, I'm not going to lift you…
—Come oooon! Don’t be afraid! I’ll be nice, little man! I know I’m fucking huge and I’m way stronger than you. I mean, you look like a kid to me. People must think I'm your big brother. Well I’m big! ha! Nah, don’t be afraid! I’ll let you win this time. So you want to fuck this ass, right? Look at it! Come closer, have a piece of it! You see the size of it? Look at these legs! Huge! I have more muscles in one leg than you on your tiny body!
—Ok, ape! You have a challenge!
—That's my boy! Come on, give me a hug! —he would say lifting me to bury my head in his chest.
Then he put me down and stand up in all his might.
—Are you ready? Come here, try to lift this body.
So I did! I grab his legs, or at least I try and then I push with all my strength up… and up… and up…. and fuck off!!! Nothing! not even an inch from the ground!
—Haha, what happens little man? Am I too heavy? Are my muscles to big for you? Haha, you are so cute! Let me show you how a real man does these things!
And by saying that he would throw me into the bed and after that guess what… he lifted the entire bed with me on it way above his head!
—There you go, little man! This is how a real man does it? Do you mind if I train some shoulders?
And there I go! Down, up, down, up and down again.
—Haha, that was easy —bed was back to the floor and there he was flexing his muscles— I'm to big, little man! Come here, hang from my bicep!
He flexed his arm and I grab myself from it. He lifted me up and down just by flexing.
—You see my power? I'm way stronger than you’ll ever be.
He put me down and made me stand up in front of him (yep, and I was his fucking toy).
—You can’t fuck me, little man. You are too small to do that! I'm way-way bigger —and with every word, he would take a step and I would move back… until the wall made me stop.
He pushes his body against me. I was pressed between his legs and abs, and that python dick pointing to my head.
—Haha, try to move me, little man —so I did with no success—. You can’t, don’t you? I'm too big for you to do that! —and then he would start to jerk off— I'm a fucking beast, little man. And you can’t fuck a beast like me being a tiny man like you. Let me show you how a man does it!
And he would fuck the brains out of me. Again I would pass out.
So what happened next? What do you think? He asked me to move together. I mean, you would say that for him I was just a toy, but I was his type even I was way-way-way smaller than him, weaker and blah blah blah (not funny). He really liked me. Question is: Was I feeling the same? Mmm hard to say. I mean, I could only jerk off thinking about his chest, muscles and those humiliation sessions that made me go crazy. I mean, he was a monster. Every time I was away from him I wanted to feel his muscles, to touch them. But when he was next to me I was kind of afraid, marveled and stupid. He was too big. Too strong.
So he asked me to move together and I said no. Why not? (I can hear you shout insults to my little persona) He was a muscled giant, still, sissy-like hell, dressed like a porn star and talked about muscles all the time, flexed all the time. I couldn’t just let anyone sees me next to that. It was my secret perversion. I was too embarrassed. I wanted no one to know I was a fag for muscles. And what muscles! So, what happened? We fought! He punched a wall and made a hole through it! Jesus! Fuck me! And then looked at me so pissed that I was afraid he would kill me.
—I don’t know why I still like you —he said and believe it or not, he started to cry.
He packed his things, dressed like a gorilla with a swimming suit and closed the door never to come back again.
So life kept going… still… six months later I was single… and happy… I recovered from my injured and went back to train in my gym (every day I thought I might see Bruno again training his mighty body, but that didn’t happen). So I just had wet dreams about him. Think about him. Jerked off thinking about this body. And every time I would fuck someone I would close my eyes thinking about his legs and ass.
And now you are asking: did you ever see him again? Oh yes… I fucking did.
I got to travel to hell again. My parents rented a place in Florida and there I was. Alone at the beach. Just walking. I was dressed in a nice white shirt and a very nice red shorts. In a few words: sexy. And then I stopped. There, sat in a cement seat was this back… this wall of muscles… It was so big and strong that I had to move closer. I left the sand behind and as soon as I stepped onto the sidewalk I heard him calling:
—Diego! —said Bruno— Hey!
He didn’t stand up, but even in the seat he was a good head taller than me. I started to feel dizzy.
—What? —there was my brilliant brain doing his trick.
—Hey! Wassup? Come here! —he said, so I did— How are you? You look great!
—Thanks… you look… ahhh
—Big?
—What?
—Haha! Just joking —but he was big, way-way bigger than before.
His arms looked like cannon balls and his chest was so wide like a king size bed with two big pillows on top of it! His shoulders were bigger than my head and his legs were so long and filled with muscles. Every part of him looked strong.
—So, you kept training?
—Haha, what do you think? —he said and flexed his arms.
Biceps the size of my head erupted in front of me.
—I followed your advice and started to take training seriously.
—I can tell.
—Haha! I grew like a weed! I think I fell in love of being big, you know.
—Yep, I know.
—Do you? —he said mocking—Haha! Just joking, you look good too! Are you still training?
—From time to time, but I'm not as gifted as you though…
—Gifted? me? You never said that!
—Well, now I think that. Who do you know that could grow that much in such a short period of time?
—Did I grow too much? —he said smiling and tousling himself.
Doing that exposed all the size of his bicep for me to watch.
—Well… Yeah… maybe… I mean… who grows up to 290 pounds?
—290? Haha! You are way outdated, little man! I'm a 360 muscle beast! —and again the flexing bicep thing.
—What? —cause, of course, my brain stopped working again.
—Haha, you are drooling all over my muscles, man!
—Well… you have muscles everywhere… hey, I was thinking… I mean, If you would like to go out some time that would be nice…
But then a shadow covered me.
—I'm done! —a man said from behind.
I turned around just to find a huge and tall black muscle stud a few centimeters from me bare-chested and built like a black horse. I only reached his upper abs, so his wide chest was above my eyes. I looked him in the eyes and smile back. But then something strange happened cause this giant lifted his eyes up like following a mountain.
—Let's go then —Bruno said.
I’ve noticed he was bigger. But I couldn't measure how much bigger he was. Until he stood up. I was in between this two muscle men. But while the black one was huge, Bruno was way beyond that. For you to understand I was face to face with his dick… the black man just reached to his chests so next to Bruno he didn’t look just small, but also thin. Bruno's muscles expanded as he stood up. He was like a supergiant heavyweight bodybuilder.
—This is Diego, Diego this is Africa.
Africa? Well, he was big as Africa to me.
—Diego? –Africa said— You didn’t tell me he was this small.
What???????
—Haha! Well I wasn’t this big back then. But this little man is the most obsessed guy with muscles that I ever met —and then he looked at me and to do so he bend a little to look over his chest— Am I wrong?
—What? —I did said that.
—Haha! Don’t take it bad! Its ok to like muscles! I like them too! —and he flexed his mighty chest— How’s the view from down there, little man? Am I too big? You don’t even reach my abs anymore! But you can still look at my legs, you used to think they were big! Look at them now, each of them are bigger than your whole buddy! Ha, Im just kidding! Are you ok? You look a little pale! What is it? Are my muscles to big for you? I though that you would come in your pants just by seeing these muscles! Do you remember when I rape you? Could you imagine now? I would fucking kill you! You are like an ant for these muscles! I'm way bigger and stronger! –and then he raised his arms to stretch himself all his huge muscle body— I love to be big. I'm just too much man for you, little man, you know?. Its a pity you didn’t grow. I like you but you are too small for this body. But believe me, my cock is way-way bigger than before and not only that. I like to fight now, you know, —to mark his words he flexed all his body—. I need someone who can challenge me, at least for a while —and he winked to Africa—. I love to fight for sex and I'm way out of your league, Im too strong, to heavy and too much man to be with someone as tiny as you. No offense, im just too big. You see? Some people are just gifted like me tall, strong and filled with muscles. Some others are not. See you, little man.
And he tousled my hair and walked away with Africa.
I just stood there after coming in my pants, looking at the biggest stud I’ve ever seen in my entire and long life. If that black man was Africa, Bruno’s back was Europe and East Europe altogether, filled with mountains of muscles and strong as all their man together.